Dear Ms. Catalano,
Damn! Damn! Damn! I hate you so much. Here I sit, 4 days from The Apocalypse, and I haven’t got the faintest idea what I’ll write about. You’ve already got your fancy, schmancy book deal with Oprah.
You suck.
Love,
Solonor
p.s. I was just kidding. Please, don’t write me out of your will.
The thing is, I don’t live in reality. So feel free to ignore my delusions of grandeur.
You’re giving it another try, Solly? I’m bagging this year, due to other, more pressing issues (gotta find me a job!). Good luck!
I just wanna yell “Fireball”…..
[ducking]