Categories
uncategorized

love letter number four hundred and seventy-six

to whom it may concern:

it’s okay. i’m done. i’ve been done from the very second that you mentioned leaving your thong over at some other guy’s place. smooth move! i was even more done, if that’s possible, when you locked that particular post away from me, showing me precisely how credible you are as a potential g/f. smooth move!

see, in The Biz™, we call the kind of thing that you and i have been doing “being in the process of hooking up.” and that kind of shit ain’t real aerodynamic, if you know what i mean.

call me petty!

oh, wait… it was all “just a joke,” right? ha ha.

so go ahead and hook up with your boss, and make out with Gabe on the side. believe me, THAT little arrangement couldn’t POSSIBLY end in tears.

By jae

jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.

Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.

This is her latest home on teh internets - where jae stores their swear words, when they're not hurling them at the sun in vain.