Monday, January 11, 2010

Letters to no one

Dear Bespectacled Guy at the Gym,

I know I'm a very violent shade of red and very sweaty and gross-looking right now, but I think you're cute and wish I had the power of mind control and could make you come over to the ellipticals and strike up a conversation. But I don't. So you have to do it yourself.

I clean up nice. I promise.


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