Dear Bully,
I should explain something. I am not the woman you might think I am. I bet you were expecting someone….taller, someone…cheerier, someone…… Erica, right? Well, unfortunately, I have a shocking secret to unburden upon you. I am only impersonating Erica today. I’m actually Emily.
You might know me as that librarian girl? Cascade enthusiast? Reluctant, recalcitrant crocheter? Chelsea is usually telling me that I’ve gone too far? I’m there all the time. Nevermind, it’s okay if you don’t really know me yet. I’m going to be working to change that in the future.
I have some more bad news. I know, bad to worse, right? Shhh, it’s okay to be scared. I’m scared too (it’s been a very long time since I wrote in public). I promise I’ll be gentle for our first time. See, Erica is a busy woman. It’s sort of your fault, for being so gosh-darned successful. So, keeping in mind that you are the very best Bully you could possibly be, we’ve stepped in to tell you you’re not alone. Oh, did I mention I’ve brought friends? There are going to be a few of us dropping by to keep you company. I won’t tell you who yet, let’s keep some of the mystery in our relationship (also, I don’t have all of them lined up just yet). But I can promise you that, while they’re not Erica, they are all unparalleled awesome.
We’re going to get you some really shiny accessories too. Pictures, contests, polls, giveaways, until you will just not be able to handle anymore. Prepare to be ravished with shinies, is what I’m trying to say, Bully dear.
With love and tenderness (and a little bit of trepidation),
Emily
