Friday, April 30, 2010

The One Where These Boots Were Made For Walking, And Stomping If Necessary.

Dear Lover,

I sure hope you weren't the guy I passed on my way to work today.
You know.
The one taking a stroll.
While carrying his pet snake in his hands.
Because I can tell you right now, mister.
I'd rather be single.


1 comment:

  1. I just wanted to say that I really enjoy reading your letters... such lovely thoughts. You really have a talent!

    I clicked over on a comment at PW.