letter-to-myself

Dear Me, I made a jackass out of myself tonight. I couldn__ stop it. The second I saw Stacy, I sprouted big donkey ears and a tail. I don__ know why she gets under my skin. Why should I care what she thinks of me? She__l be gone right along with Jason when Alana gets bored. Alana__ lasagna was terrible. No one noticed that I was slipping the harder pieces of it into my salad bowl and hiding them under the lettuce. It__ a good thing they don__ have a dog because if it was to eat the scraps, it would surely die. Jason and Stacy are gonna be shitting pasta shards. I feel sorry for Jason, not so much for Stacy. I__l have to patch things up with Alana, so this may not be the right time to tell her that her cooking is lethal. She was pissed when I left her house. I__ sure she__l tell Mom and Grammy I was a jerk. Jason was probably mad at me too. I feel a little bad about that. Me

Dear Me, Talk about getting the wind knocked out of your sails when your best friend tells you you__e turning into a grumpy hermit. She told me that at breakfast today, and I was in denial until I talked to Chase, that little fucker. I made myself happy by soaking his ass five times before lunch. I did some soul searching, and I don__ think I__ depressed, but I do think I__ becoming too comfortable with being by myself. I__ really beginning to enjoy the company of cats more than people, and that__ probably not a good thing. Sprout and Ginger are so cute right now. Ginger__ cleaning Sprout__ head, and he__ smiling. Sometimes he__l_yeah, I really need to get out more. I think life would be simpler if people acted more like cats. Like if someone is prattling on about something I don__ care about and I pop them in the forehead, they__ understand to walk away just like a cat does. A simple hiss conveys so much. I will attempt to gradually release myself back into a social environment. Me