"And In Conclusion": My Farewell Letter to Foolery & Malarkey


"It feels right. But its emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard..."
-Angela Ruggiero
 
Dear Foolery & Malarkey,
 
What a ride we've had together!!! In the beginning, I didn't know you all that well...  I mean, I'd see you around, doing your thing... Wrecking havoc, causing chaos & confusion, the usual... I always tried to keep my distance from you because of the damage I had seen you do, but you ALWAYS find a way to introduce yourself when least expected...
 
Oh, foolery!!!!!  The friendships you've damaged!!! You've always been able to disguise yourself so well & oftentimes, I let you slip on in without even knowing...  I let you get in my ear & fill my head with monkey-shit and before i even KNEW it, I was involved in beef & had ill-feelings that had caused irreparable damage... Foolery, you've been in the midst of me making some TERRIBLE choices and I see you for what you really are...
 
Foolery & malarkey, you will no longer have a place in my life... Oh, I'm sure that you're gonna try and pop in every now & then, but as far as I'M concerned, I don't fool with you like that anymore... I wanna upgrade, boo... In order to that, I must bid you ado...
 
In conclusion, I can't say that I wish you well because i know that you're a design of the devil... I CAN say that I'm stronger, wiser, & better... And ain't nobody got time for your mess... Deuces!
 
Sincerely,
Jennifer ;)
 
'Til next time... XoXoXo

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