Wednesday, December 12, 2007

A Letter

I will keep inviting you to the beach and the cricket and to go get ice-cream or whatever. If you can't go, you can't go. I am not investing anything in your coming with.

Even though I know why you 'can't' come, I'll pretend I don't. Because I don't like the person I become when I think about why you can't hang out.

And if I'm not invested, that means you might have to be. If I'm not fighting, you might have to.

You're invited, dude. It's not all up to you, which is the problem, but some of it is. Wanna come to the beach?


  1. dude. all you have to do is send me a few thousand dollars, and i'll totally be there. you don't need to get an attitude.

  2. and here i thought i was being all subtle about it.

  3. carlabalala6:34 pm

    I'll be there! For, like, two hours, and there's no time for the beach or Harbourtown or anything except drink a Starbucks Venti White Chocolate Mocha (without whipped cream) and consume a Starbucks square of white chocolate (HINT HINT), but I'll totally chill with you.

    Actually, now that I think about it... How about YOU come up HERE! We have perfectly good beaches here too! We can play cricket (why would you want to, but whatever) and eat ice-cream or whatnot. And you can meet the boy...

  4. carla, dude, i have no idea what you're on about. ;)

    also, see above post re: money, lack of. also my status as beach-going student.


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