turdy’s wordy salad schmalad

this horror show demonstrates that the capacity for secondhand embarrassment is nonexistent. the man created an acrostic poem with my name. an acrostic. poem. what are we, in third grade passing notes?

let's examine this crime against language:

my name (changed it to jazzlynn since he thought my name was fuckin jazzlyn for half a year and fantasized about me while saying it and things eww eww eww)… so my name surrounded by words like "radiant," “special," "glowing," and "intellectual" "rare," "bodacious," "savage" "alluring," "worshipped," "breathtaking"

 "refreshing," "magical," "compassionate"..

the visual arrangement is a catastrophe, with turdy lamebert’s words scattered like buckshot across the page. some are crossed out, suggesting even he realized how cringe they were but lacked the commitment to start over on fresh paper. 😂

the fact that "bodacious" made the final cut tells you everything you need to know about his discernment. did he time-travel from 1992? is he secretly a teenage mutant ninja turtle? the word "savage" appears too, as if he's trying to appropriate language he thinks is cool to impress me. tubular, dudes. 🏄‍♀️ 🌊 🍕 

"worshipped" is particularly disturbing. i don't need worship—i need basic human respect, like not being lied to about marital status or being called motherfuckin jazzlynn.