Saturday, May 21, 2011

Faulty machinery.

You made me feel sufficiently awful about myself last night.

I know I am not beautiful and I know I am obnoxious and I know I am flawed. I already know that. I didn't need you to reiterate it.

All my love,


Avery Jalaine said...

Whoever this post is aimed toward is obviously deranged.

Oh, and sorry, but you were misinformed: you're beautiful and un-obnoxious (maybe obnoxious in the good way?), and hardly flawed. Perfect, mostly.

I love you.
I'm going to phone you later on today, so prepare yourself accordingly.


Avery Jalaine said...

Dear Addy,

Alert! Alert! I have left my cellular phone at your house, on the floor in the 500-Days-of-Summer-room.

If you could, you know, keep it out of harm's way and such, that'd be nice.

Also, don't text boys, please.

I'll come for it soon. And probably call myself quite a bit, actually.


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