Monday, March 21, 2011

a letter. to you.

dear people who know who they are (or worse, people who don't),

i do not have to explain, defend, or justify the choices i make in my life. not about work, not about breakfast, not about the color of my socks or the shows i watch(ed back when i could watch tv).

you don't like my choices? you don't have to! mind your own business (novel concept), make your own choices and keep your nosey, self-righteous, egocentric, indulgent ass out of my way. because all you're doing is pissing me off to the point where i have to purge about it and you know what? i don't have fucking time for this.

love ya! mean it!