Dear State Fair of Texas,
We need to have some words.
Before you think that this is all going to be bad, I did have a lot of fun. I especially enjoyed petting the llamas and watching those baby piglets drink from the mama pig. Who knew pig-nipples could be so big?
Additionally, I really actually enjoyed the diving pirates show. So much that I think I may learn how to dive so that I can join them. Oh sure, it was a little cheezy and I’m a little out of their goal age demographic… but I have a love affair with pirate jokes and this made me very happy.
But I do have a few bones to pick with you… First, I left feeling a little like you ass-raped me a little bit, or at least took advantage of the fact that this was my first time.
I knew you weren’t cheap… but 10 tickets for a tiny beer? Over twenty dollars to ride the Ferris Wheel? And with so many yummy treats with each turn of my head, how do you expect me to resist eating a turkey leg, roasted corn, popcorn, and a tornado tator? You can expect me to forward you a few health bills, as I am positive my stomach will never be the same.
And also, you really should have a warning on a few of your rides that says “Not meant for persons over the age of 26,” because I feel a little bit like my head is going to fall off of my neck I meant it when I yelled “I’m never going to ride a ride again,” and also when I said “I’m too old, too old for this you mother fucker- stop the ride.” And guess what? Nobody stopped the freaking ride.
Alas, even though I am still a little mad at you- I was thankful for all the good people watching that you provided. . I think I saw several people who (judging on appearances) spend their entire years salary on the fair.
Until next year,
Going to the gym 4 hours a day for the next 3 weeks.
Guy who sold me the John Lennon Necklace at the fair,
I don’t care what my friends say- there is something very attractive about your long bushy beard. My friends all said that they think it would be smelly, but i tend to disagree. I could also smell that patchouli oil even from the other side of the counter, and I love it!
I have spent my morning researching different images that I want to order on necklaces from you. If only I can find your business card.
My necklace was definitely one of the better parts of the day, as was your beard.
I wonder if I could squeeze in a trip to Denver. Maybe I’ll see you at your next show!
Not a stalker
To all other patrons of the state fair,
If you went into the indoor arts section and happened to purchase a flattened glass necklace from a man with a very long beard, would you kindly check and see if you picked up a business card? And then just forward me that email address.
Thanks so much,
Dear zombie shirt boy,
I really did enjoy talking to you the other night but I know I acted a little weird the following day. I feel I should explain. I don’t really remember the last part of our conversation and I erased my drunk text messages because I don’t like to feel shame… but in the event that you got a message from me that said “I am already in love you” 3 hours after meeting me- please either assume that
A. Some stranger broke into my house wearing a banana suit, ate a block of cheese, held me up with a hack saw and then stole my phone and must have texted you himself.
B. I was just joking! I’m funny like that!
I’m also sorry if I made my friends called you… I’m sure that was a little awkward.
I’m not usually crazy and I’ll leave it at that because in my experience the people who have to say over and over again that they are not crazy, are usually the craziest.. and I am definitely not crazy.
I understand if you never want to talk to me again but it was very nice meeting you and I think your super cool.
I love you,
I like your facebook picture,
Sleepless in Dallas,
I‘m available every night this week,
Can we at least be friends?,
Not a desperate crazy stalker
My dearest kidneys,
I’m sorry. Very sorry.
NEVER DRINKING AGAIN
To several of my Facebook friends who I saw at homecoming,
Sure I know it has been a while, and I probably look a little different than you remember me… But I remember having several conversations with you back in college. I even knew some of you well enough that I considered you a real life friend.
Regardless, I was super offended at how many of you I waved at, with no response. I mean, even if you don’t recognize me- DO YOU NOT WAVE BACK AT STRANGERS? How rude can you be!? I try to smile at all the strangers that pass by, and even more at the ones who are at my college homecoming because there is a chance I know them.
Let me refresh your memory. I’m in the one in the middle. You saw me this weekend. You looked me in the eye, you asshole.
Maybe I don’t have much of a life, but even though we haven’t seen each other for a while, I try to keep up with your life. I look at your pictures from Vegas and your new baby just took his first steps, congrats!! I know every time you have been drinking because facebook friend, you tell me and I listen.
Well I, for one, am not going to stand for this abuse. If you don’t even look at my pictures enough to recognize me- then why are we “friends?”
So just a heads up, don’t be surprised if you get deleted from my friend list. Not that you’ll even notice, but still.
Your not aging as gracefully as I would have thought,
Needs everyone to love me.