Dear Mr. Elevator Man

I really don't know why you are talking to me. Better yet flirting with me. For one : your motorcycle is cute but it looks like a 10 speed. You called it Vintage right? UMHM ....       Two : we have ridden this elevator in silence for about 2 months now, and NOW you want to talk. I really don't know what it is about me that makes people think I'm super friendly, because trust me I'M NOT. Telling me to hop on your bike since I have my riding boots on was ssooooo * slow claps* original. Now don't get me wrong you are HHHHHHAAAAAWWWWTTTTT, but I can't deal with my hunny, Mr.Elevator man, and YOU! Its just not that much of me to go around. Now listen tomorrow when we get back on this elevator, I want you to look at the numbers go down like you used to. None of that cute hair, nice blah blah blah, do you blah blah blah, my name is blah blah blah. NO! I started talking to one man and a blog as created. I do NOT need to add another one.  xoxoxoxo I charge $150

Dear God, You are truly amazing! This gift that you give us called life is something no man can explain. Although we hear people call out to you so much in the midst of their downfall, I just want to thank you and praise you for everything. I thank you for the good times but most of all for the bad. For without heart ache and sorrow, without all those tears I cried, and sleepless nights, I wouldn't know how great and merciful you truly are. But this letter isn't for me, no I need this, but I'm asking you to look over my generation. I ask you for protections over my generation and to give strength to the weak minded. See, God, you are an all seeing great one so I know you have seen the horrible things, careless acts that have been performed. They seem to get worse and more frequent. You know people never ask you for anything until it hits close to home. Although my family has been spared losing a loved one for sometime, I can't go a day without seeing RIP and it not be

Dear Mr Elevator Man,  Your parents seem to be a big piece of your "rushness" * not sure if thats a word but this is my blog so ....... * with getting married and having this big family RIGHT NOW. I don't think you are ready for that at all. I'm thinking of creating you a match.com profile and managing it. I still say you should just adopt a black child and name it Bamshika, and I will still shop for her and do her hair. BAHA! Listen, take my advice and chill out with the dating thing. For one you don't know how to date because every girl is going to say yes to you when they see you with your custom car and your "suit" talking about I'm an exec. SMH. I think our next encounter we are going to get off the elevator < insert oooohhhhhs here> and I'm going to give you step one to dating. SHUT UP! That's what you need to do from now on. You are the gold these women are digging for.  xoxoxo Your Magic City Twerk Team Match Maker  PS

Hiding!!! JK JK! ... Work has been killing me and now I have this horrible ear infection. I have not been in the best of moods but I'm slowly getting there. I will be back bothering you tomorrow as normal and let me tell you!!!!! I have some interesting "Dear" Letters.  So until them, make like the rain and fall out the sky :)  ok not really but see you soon!