Vimello.com

ten letters to no one

1 - Please, if you must do like one of those many people who like to copy my HTML and CSS codes, at least be so kind as to not leave my website name as a metadata keyword. Extra kudos go to those of you who don’t actually copy the entire website. I think some people might have become worked up over google’s newest result number one to a certain keyword we all know.

2 - When I asked if you had free tickets laying around, I didn’t necessarily mean you were welcome to join us. The tickets alone would have been just fine.

3 - If Yaza goes through all the trouble to climb up the sofa to poop, why won’t she hit the newspaper or the grass every once in a while, as a THANK YOU, maybe?

4 - Bizarre moment of the week: “Would you please start updating your blog again? Otherwise, how the hell am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?”

5 - Yes, it was me. I ate all the chips. And I would have done it all over again if I had the choice.

6 - I know you love your work and that you are super busy, but after ten years if you cannot find a sunday to just lay around and keep your promises, then I am truly sorry about your kids and I don’t wanna turn into you, even if it means I’ll have to give up some of my dreams.

7 - I know you told me I couldn’t run from life and my problems, and they are finally catching up with me here. But it’s a mistake I had to make and see for myself. Some problems were indeed solved, but new ones that are somewhat just as nasty as the old ones appeared. You were right. I knew you were right back then, but I wouldn’t have done it any way differently. Thanks for caring, anyway. I love you!

8 - And you. Stop saying we have to stop. You know we won’t. After a while, everything comes back full force, so get over it already. This is it, the Real Deal. And the Real Deal doesn’t know how to wait.

9 - Your webdesign skills suck. And I mean, terrible. The webdesign police should arrest you forever. I’m sorry, but I just can’t bring myself to saying that to you. You’re just so nice…!

10 - Stop talking about my dad like that. Even though I was five when he died, it still hurts to know how everyone robbed him and rioted the car after the accident. I can’t stand it. Stop treating me like I am twelve and I have a curfew. Stop saying good things about them three and only complaining about me. Stop SCREAMING at me, it won’t bring them back, it will only push me away, and we all know how short you are of a real family, so keep close to the ones who haven’t turned their backs on you yet. And I love you in spite of all that, so stop hurting me, it’s killing me and I am one step closer from leaving.