Sometimes it’s very difficult to remember why someone likes you, especially when they love the things you hate in yourself.
Dear Lady Who Pushed Me Aside To Get A Subway Seat,
There are like…six seats open. Why are you pushing?
The chick who sat next to you
I’m really embarrassed that the more my tea tastes like trees, the more I like it.
Dear Giant Jar of Rice,
I love you.
The chick scooping out your insides for noming
The way her fingers
run down the spine of the books,
is like a heart beat.
Sometimes I sit on the subway or at a meeting and wonder if evolution knew this would happen.
Thank you for all the high fives and face licks. You remind me to be happier that I’m alive.
The chick whose lap you love to commandeer