Dearest Brain
I know you like to have a little joke on me sometimes, I know it may seem funny to you, but I honestly don't know how much more spillage my floor can take. No matter what I do, no matter how much precaution I take, I always seem to spill my drink.
Why is this? Why am I so uncoordinated? I just completely missed the glass! All over my hand! As for the diet-coke stains, it just really takes the piss. And while I'm at it, can you please have a word with my two rather large left feet, because it's nearly summer, and I can't wear thick black tights to hide my bruises because of my latest stumble. And also, please, please, just for once, let my shoes stay on my feet. Please? I'm 23 years old, and I walk along the street tripping, shoes slipping, spilling drinks all down my clothes and my friends have already copyrighted me the nickname of Sippy-Cup. It's not fair. If I get this job, I'm going to be worse than the bloody kids!

Thanks,
Love you!


(P.S. can you stop that nervous tic I get when I have to speak in front of people? Before Monday? I can't make that sound during my presentation. I'll die. Thanks)
(pinkpunkpython is skinning up, Thu 11 Mar 2010, 0:51, Reply)