Today I actually called Lynne and read a message I sent to someone to her. And now I'm going to rip off a poem from a teen movie. Actually a teen movie ripped off from Shakespeare with Julia Stiles, who is rad.
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your stupid trucker hats
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you called.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.
UPDATE:
I have decided that in order to properly appreciate this poem you have to see
Julia Stile's delivery.
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