Public Letter

FROM THE DESK OF GREEN MANGO

Dear Vegans,

I hate cooking for you. Eat something good for a change.

Love,

G. Mango

~g.mango would pick bacon over ethics any day

For the record

I am not 17 anymore.

I sometimes forget this fact. And I sometimes find myself, overwhelmed with the very presence of SUN IN THE LOWER MAINLAND, strapping on my trusty rollerblades and heading to the local skate park. And after 15 minutes of trying to work up the courage to thrust myself into the unknown at an ungodly speed and possibly humiliate myself in front of the nimble teenagers that surround me, I sometimes find my aging self barreling down the into the dish. And wiping out gracelessly.

And this is where it dawns on me that I am not a teenager, and I should just tuck my tail between my arthritic legs and head to the mall to walk with the senior citizens group.


~OMG!!! g.mango h8s pain! LMAO!! TTFN!

I am so bad at now

HEART

Dichotomic lives
Finding solace in extremes
Light and darkness

AND SOUL

I am so unimpressed with this stage of life. I have always wanted to be more grown-up than I am. I have always wanted to arrive at maturity and understanding without having to pay my dues. The destination, I think, is much more enjoyable than the journey.

One would think I would have life more figured out by now. But in truth, I have things less figured out today than yesterday. And yesterday I hardly had anything figured out at all.

Now I am tumbling through my adolescence again. Except this time I have the words to express myself more accurately, and a more profound (though still largely intangible) knowledge that this too shall pass.

If nothing else, there is an unstated promise that all green mangoes will one day be ripe.

~g.mango tastes good in a salad

Were you Aware?

• I hate this rain
• I want some snacks
• I need more human contact during the hours of 10 and 5
• I do not not enjoy sending out resumes all day long
• I hate this rain
• I drew this drawring months ago and never posted it:

LONG LOST DRAWRING

On my way to the grocery store

~take a good look at my faaaace, you'll see my smile looks like a piece of licorice

Things that I am giving up for Lent

• Unemployment
  
• Abstinence
• Jesus
• Rum
  
• Coke (Who am I trying to kid?)

~g. mango prays for the spirit of repentence

Even Jesus saves

I cannot believe how frustrated I am that I lost every single one of the 417 songs my sister put on my iPod. And all this after I spent three hours organizing iTunes and importing all my songs. BAH! I actually had every song that I own and every song that I wanted from my sister's library on my iPod for ten whole minutes. And now I have nothing.

Well, not nothing. I have my charming wit, a headache, and a painful reminder to back up my files. Oh yes, and a terrible empty feeling brought on by the realization that something so superficial as losing my music can ruin my entire night. I am a moron. And the good people at Apple, with their circumvention of the purgatory Recycling Bin and their expensive recovery software and their uNnecessary iCaps, are morons too.

There. I said it.

~iHate iTunes or iCaps are for iDiots