betty wrote me the nicest note. she loves stationary and i love her.
she has the best handwriting and it's feminine and cute and she sprays
a little perfume in there and you realise that emails and phone calls
all smell the same.
and betty is really a hippie, which this picture fails to express,
but she is so positive that its contagious and she just says, you're
doing fine. you're great. everything you've done is perfect, don't
worry about a thing.
no problem with me writing her just once a month or less and when
i do write it's always short and not as sweet as id like cuz im a
jealous bastard and she is with this pro football player who doesnt
even deserve her but he's making about 9 times more than i am and
she likes big burly guys and sonny says that i should be grateful
to even have her write me and i have never believed those things.
flip over the handwritten card and a dried flower falls to my carpet
and i look at the back of the card and it says, beautiful things are
aching to rock your world, and the music is beautiful. and shes not
much of a poet, but she is to me.
11 . 92 on board - 9 + 2 = 11
77 . 65 on board - 6 + 5 = 11