Dear self,
I wish you weren't such a baby. I know you got smacked in the nose by your partner with the tennis ball. I know it bled from both sides and your neck is sore. But it really, truly, didn't hurt that bad after a while. You let your whole game slide, and you guys lost all 3 sets. Oh please. And then you felt like crying nearly a set later because it was upsetting. You're almost 50! I would think you would have toughened up a little bit by now!


Dear ex-online interest,
Why are you writing me again? Telling me all of the fun, mid-life crisis things you've been up to? Why do I still think about you too much?



Dear all ex's;
Why do you either a) grow your hair long or b) get a motorcycle after we break it off? I'm getting a complex...

~me