#53

i know i was never literary enough for you. it didn't matter how much schooling i had, it never mattered how many books i bought and devoured and dogeared and underlined.
moby dick sat on my nightstand for two months and it was drudgery. the whole book went downhill right after "call me ishmael" but i read it, i read it because you love it.
maybe Hearst was the original journalistic genious/asshole, but someone had to invent yellow journalism. but you always stick to the facts now, don't you?
don't think i cannot see you roll your eyes when i order a medium latte; i never could remember "grande." they all sound big to me.
so i guess i'll leave you to your trendy scarves and square framed glasses. you were always more passionate about pointing out every pretentious remark of your self-proclaimed nemeses than what might be happening in my heart.