Monday, March 26, 2012

Dear problems,

A dude I don't have that much respect for brought everything into perspective yesterday.  He was oversharing, and in justifying his overshare he said this: We've all got problems.  To me: You've got to figure out your life.  To my friend Salima: Your dad is mad cause you don't wear a headscarf anymore.  To himself: And my balls itch.  We've all got problems. 

We do sir, but I don't think your balls are on par with her hijab or my career.  Just sayin.


love,
hannah

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