Thursday, January 16, 2014

Open letter to my girl Beyoncé

Bey (can I call you that? I feel like I can because I'm totally obsessed, it's like I know you and call you Bey and you call me PJ like my friends do and everything's fabulous.)

Anyway, you know you're smoking, I know it, everybody knows it, right?

So now we're on the same page, quit it girl because you're making me want to wear underwear as if it's completely acceptable as a party outfit. Except it's not and I don't want to get done for public nudity. 

Thanks for the 'chat', it's been real. 

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