6.09.2010

and i was like baby baby baby oh.

Dear Justin Beiber,
I don't know much about you. I don't know how old you are, where you come from, how you got here... etc. I know I could Google your name and get about 69 trillion websites devoted to you. But I would like to get to know you the old fashioned way. You know, coffee (can you even drink coffee yet?). Maybe, like, a walk in the park and ice cream or something. I don't know... I don't want to hold hands or anything. It just seems like you need someone to talk to.
I am writing to you because I just listened to your song "Baby" featuring Ludacris and I just wanted to tell you that you don't need to worry your beautifully combed head. You are young. And I know that girls are bitches, but you don't have to get off the horse just yet. I mean, your voice hasn't even changed yet. Chicks totally dig that stuff. It just seems that you aren't very good at finding girls that will respect what a sensitive soul you are. I mean, you had an Eenie Meenie Miny Mo lover, a Lonely Girl, and you basically begged a girl to pick you. I mean, I just think you need some guidance.
Justin, chin up. You have many more years of heartbreak. But at least every heart wrenching moment of yours scores like a million dollars in your bank account. So, keep on keepin' on.
And if you want to talk or get ice cream or whatever, hit me up on Twitter: JustinBeiberLVR69
Yours,
Kat