NYC still sucks. How'z yous?

[sapington]

Nevermind. It doesn't really matter.

Dear Meg,

I'm finally breaking up with you.  What between 3,000  miles, work, and you never calling, I just can't keep up with my obsession over you anymore.

Sorry.  I've never really been good at the closure thing, so I just leave you with one sweet--

Sap.

Comments

PLEASE DO NOT DO IT

[anonymous]

Sap

Let's Make a Deal

[anonymous]

Okay, let's make a deal:
I will give you fifteen clamazapan (sp) if you will anul the breakup. I am sorry i was not there to beat up the wallet thief, and I know I should have called you to offer support about the roaches, but come on. You know roaches are living creatures and I can't exactly condone murder. So if I trade you drugs for love with you have me back? I need you. Please don't do it. I promise to lick your feet and sing to you when you are walking down the street wtih your Ipod ignorning me. Oh yeah, I forgot, you abandoned me to the fucking big apple. I hate apples. So I guess you won't hear my song. Take me back.

I am not SAG but I will use Your menstral blood to have you again

[anonymous]

Okay, I get it. You are in love with Carmichael. You take classes from Jody Foster. You live in Park Slope. You have a samba boyfriend who worships you. I am trying to be cool but I will do anything to win you back. I need you. Before you were Oakland pride and I guess that was cool, but at least I could stalk you in the ghetto. Now I guess I have to become SAG to see you again. Can I audition for a film? I need you sap. Please don't leave me. I am pathetic. I will hook you up with an armed murderer if you will kiss me just one last time my sap. I will get you a sexy hot gangsta if that will help. Keep it real. I am not Jody Foster, but I will spread your menstral blood on my arms for you. Have me.
Megna