In which Hannah addresses some Issues.

Dear Mr. B---,

You are not writing in Victorian times; it is not cute to capitalize the important words. What it does, in fact, is suck, and make me unhappy. Furthermore, your review sucks, and you were told that we don't run reviews of M-rated games. You are an idiot. Get a fucking clue.

No love,

Me


Dear Miss B---,

I respect you for not liking Polar Express. However, the fucking author didn't mind the adaptation of his work. They were turning a thirty-page picture book into a movie. Some things needed to be added. The makers of this movie used every single illustration at some point. Get a fucking grip.

And learn to use commas.

Me

Dear C---,

Fuck you. Just... fuck you. You come in my room and practically demand your DVD. Why didn't I do it? Because I have a fucking life, and things to do that do not include your fucking video, you fucking self-centered idiot! What part of "not my project" is difficult for you to understand?

Fuck you,
Me

Dear M---,

I love you, you're a sweetheart, you're wonderful on layout, you can't write. Gah.

Disappointed,
Me

Dear J----,

Bwahahahahahaha.

You're funny. I especially liked the quote from M--. And the part where you can't write, either. And the Drox.

All of it, really.

Still laughing,
Me