Dear Justin Timberlake,
Hey. We need to talk. I thought we had an agreement. Oh you don't remember? You're saying that you've just completely forgotten that night when I was 12? Yeah. That night when I was 12 and we made that agreement that I was the only person you would ever love and that we were going to marry each other. You're telling me you just forgot that?
Ok fine....I'll give you a little bit of leeway because I was underage and you were a picture in a J-14 magazine but even that aside...I'm having some major problems with your engagement.
First of all the more you throw your "Justin-ness" in my face...the harder it's going to be for me to live in reality. This is not fair. What is "Justin-ness" might you ask?....Besides being a really awesome nickname for our relationship....it's all the things that keep me from living my life and instead planning our wedding on Pinterest. Here they are...
1.) Your face
2.) Your humor
3.) Your talent
There's nothing more to see here.
4.) Bedroom Eyes
5.) You love your Mom
(let's pretend I did not Google "Justin Timberlake's Mom ok?)
What was that? After watching that I'm fully convinced you planned that whole thing. You make
I know I should be the bigger person and congratulate you with a better fake smile than anyone on any "Real Housewives" BUT I'm not going to....
Also...let me just remind you of something. Remember this?
I'm just sayin.