Dear God
You know why I send you these little stickies? I never hang around long enough to write you nice letter; so I’m just going to get to my point.
Could you please maybe next year consider giving more sense to the male population on valentines day, or any other day — I’m not quite picky, to put more thought into clothing to match their girlfriends who, as far as I could tell, had dressed up to the nines and tens for the occasion (and this at only a shopping mall, hardly the haute coutre spot). I just feel so bad for the girls, ya know. I mean, I don’t think they feel bad; maybe I feel bad for myself cause I hafta lookit their ah beng boyfriends in t-shirt and jeans. Can’t stand slobs.
While we’re on the subject of loving couples on this loving day maybe you could look into giving those gay couples, secretly walking around celebrating the occasion in their silent ways, to be more bold about it. (the matching pink shirts and leather loafers were a dead giveaway anyway)
Oh yeah, thanks for the rain.
I thought V-day was a day invented by women to make men’s lives miserable?
Ahem sister!