Dear Susan Miller,

You? Are a dirty pirate hooker.

(Okay. Not really.)

(I’m sorry.)

But seriously, seriously?! Why must you be so with it. Honestly, I wish that I had read this, oh, May 1st? Maybe that’d be slightly more helpful than you know, May 13th. BECAUSE A LOT HAS HAPPENED IN TWO WEEKS and it MIGHT have been HELPFUL to have a WARNING or I don’t know, a HEAD’S UP?!

I know, I know, we’ve discussed this before. But really, Susie. Come on now. Can’t we alter your predictions to letting me get things figured out by June 1st? I’ll even bake you cupcakes. I promise. Because November? Yeah. Not so much gonna work for me. I don’t think my tummy (and liver) can handle the stress. Plus, I really need to not worry about how I’m going to pay for the essentials in life for that long, i.e. rent, credit card bills, and getting my hair highlighted and cut. Not to mention the dire importance to my soul that mani/pedis have. I also think, by that point if I don’t have a job? My parents will have me on a slow boat to china. Banished from the will. And no one wants that.

I know you’re super busy, so I wanted to thank you for your time in listening to me today. And I hope you have a lovely day. I look forward to you working your magic by having my stars align- and the universe not fuck with me. We’ll chat soon, I’m sure.

Oh, and, I’m sorry for that whole “dirty pirate hooker” name calling thing. Slut.

Love,

BB