A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself
I’m 100% unwilling to go all Vanity Smurf on my ass by writing myself a goddamn love letter (from myself, to tell myself myself). See where this little excursion into the realm of answering flimsy, shallow, repetitive, grammatically suspect questions has brought me? I’ve lowered myself to TYPING THE LORD’S NAME IN VAIN.
Oh, what the hell. I’ve indulged this absurd effort in navel gazing this long, why not end on a low note:
Sir @ November 30, 2010