dear best friends,
right now im watching national treasure and thinking about how much i suck as a person.
i can’t believe how long its been since i bitched at someone. obviously i’ve been busy.
don’t worry, i still hate practically everyone. including that weird guy in the csi ski class. here’s the thing.
my iphone vanished from the face of the earth and i’m sad. so as a pick me up i thought i’d share with you the notes sarah, stott and i passed on sunday when we were supposed to be listening to someone at church.
at this point i feel i should warn you that towards the end it is going to get complicated as there are lots of little side notes and arrows and such, but i’m going to do my very best to accurately transcribe our hilariousity. obviously this will be a best friend win. and obviously we are quite sensationally mad.
p.s. a key for you! i write in bold, sarah writes normal, and stott’s contributions are in italics, and things i’m thinking now get one of those little star things…you know what i mean. * …..yeah, one of those. huzzah for me making an effort!
dear sarah,
so, pretty sure i remember you telling me a story last night and you ended with, “and then stott won $100 that he wants to share with us because he loves us bestest and he wants to buy us things (*sidenote; sarah would probably never say bestest, pretty sure that is all me) ” and it made perfect sense to me, because, why wouldn’t people want to buy me things? but now you say it wasn’t real, and my life is a little sad.
love,
rach
dear rachel,
this is true. sad, but true. i know you think you deserve a hand-out all the time, but this time, you will simply not be getting one. i know. ridiculous. right? its ok. we will win the $100 next time and then not share with stott. deal?
love,
sarah
dear sarah,
even though stott is my tippy-top bestest (*see?) mate of all time, deal. here is the only problem i have with this plan, how do you suggest we win this money? i feel the need to tell you that i don’t want to earn it, i just want to win because i am lazy.
love,
rach
dear rachel,
we will win by entering in the next hat design contest. and, even though stott is your tippy-top best mate, you are forbidden to share our hat design secrets and ideas with him….as he will be our competition. you are sworn to secrecy. i know this will be hard for you, but we can do this!
<3/sarah
interjection- good luck suckers! (as if you could ever keep a secret from me!?) (*he’s right, we’re terrible at keeping secrets. and we always tell stott EVERYTHING)
dear sarah,
you want to beat stott in an ART contest? are you crazy? clearly you haven’t thought this through. we need a rigged contest of our very own.
love,
rach
dear rachel,
new plan. seeing as we lack artistic abilities, we will enter “magic valleys got talent 2010” i will sing and you will dance. 1st place gets $1000 and a video sent into “america’s got talent” i feel like this is a contest we could win… seeing as its more our style, and wins in all over classy-ness…..suck on that stott.
<3/ sarah
(picture drawn by stott of him sucking on a video, that would be the america’s got talent entry.)
dear sarah,
perfection. i’m getting the girls back together and we’ll perform our old lip sync version of “boom boom boom boom” i trust you remember it, its a crowd favorite.
love,
rach
(*if you’ve never heard this classic song, i’ve looked up the link to the music video for you; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jPeb-Ta73Y8 its magical, i promise.)
i feel like my computer is going to die soon. and this is already super long. so i’ll add the rest later, tomorrow-ish seems about right.
goodnight best friends!
love,
rach
