take that

Sweetie.

Don't thank me,
I'm insulting you.

I have imaginary conversations on my drive to work.
I ended it with this response.
Boy did I show them,
my imaginary stranger.

Comments

  1. DJCheeseZombie12:32 PM

    You're imaginary stranger doesn't like you. And she wants you to stop hitting on her.

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  2. Jane10:16 PM

    Ha to the above.

    I do that too - my best friend once was like "I hate when people talk to themselves while they're driving or make up stuff about other people." I almost kicked him out of the car... I think it's natural when you're alone for any amount of time stuck in the car, which is all of LA

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  3. Anonymous9:10 AM

    Yeah, it went fine. thanks for asking ASS

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