An open letter to Chiffon
I know you are a raging liar. But it's ok, because I am lying to myself about liking you and starting to believe it.
You make my days miserable and my nights even worse because I dread my days during the nights. Why oh why do you continue to torment me?
Why do you say ideals when you mean ideas? Why do you continue to dance those rude dances when the children cover their eyes? Why do you tell me things that are so obviously not true?
Why do you say aw instead of ow? That annoys me more than anything. Well besides all the forementioned above.
I hope you get your clothing stuck in an escalator and so you cannot come to work on Monday. I hope this above all hope. Please let it happen.