approaching vapid with periodic bouts of genius
Dear Violet,
Why do I love you so much?
Is it because your name is so colorful?
Is it because of the anonymous sexual encounters you've had with several of today's top celebrities?
Is it because you are a Calendar Girl in nautical dress breezily waving "HELLO!" to Loudon, Our Father with a First Kiss of Summer in your hand?
Is it because you came up with the name Jynxx?
Is it because of your car?
Is it because you made all my dreams come true by actually being a writer for A.T.? 'Cause I've ALWAYS wanted to meet those chicks.
Is it because girl, you can rock that red lipstick like it's your JOB?
Is it because of the fact that you are without a doubt the funniest writer I've ever encountered?
Is it because your ass looks so hot in those jeans?
Is it becauswe when you send packages to people they invariably include random shit you've found around the house... um, or boat... and that is DELICIOUSLY random and cracks me up every time?
Is it because you sent me a mix cd with that song from that 70's show on it? And, like, 19 other ROCKIN-ASS songs?
Is it because you sent me an autographed (by you) pocket sized copy of the US Constitution?
Is it because you sent me an iron-on gem decal that says "FOXY" in GREEN CRYSTAL GEMS?
Is it because you sent me a $5 Christmas gift certificate to Starbucks, wrapped in a red felt Christmas ornament that says "wish" in silver cursive embroidery?
Is it because you sent me a Congratulations You're A Masshole Now care package that made my day and oh, I'll just say it, warmed my tiny cold black heart?
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Yes. Yes it is.
Love,
Jenny
P.S. Girl, someday I WILL take you to a gay bar.