Dear whatever your name may be,
By the time you read this, I'll be at one with the universe.
I'm sorry for leaving you this way, but your feelings are inherently less valuable than mine.
I know this might seem like I'm into polygamy or something just because I have five wives at the same time, but Elisab... Rebecca... umm, I mean Sarah, you're the only one who truly matters, I swear. Surely our time together must still mean something
to you, seeing as we made all those plans to buy a million rubber ducks for all our retirement savings, but I just don't see things working out that way.
I'm sorry about this — I think. I just need more sex, and for longer than the 3 minutes and 2 inches you're able to provide... or was it the other way around? Anyway...
I want to tell you that I think you are the Mr. Hyde to my Doctor Jekyll, but I don't think we're right for each other.
First of all, we're not really compatible. You are a good-for-nothing crack whore,
and I am disappointed.
You like fondling barnyard animals, contemplating suicide (but always being so damned indecisive), and nibbling off wires to public computers at libraries and Internet cafés,
and I'm just not sure I can ever share your joy in those things.
How can two people so different ever make it for the long haul? I think we should date — oh wait, I meant to write "hate" of course.
But I want you to know that I'll think of you whenever someone asks me if I've ever picked up a hitchhiker I really regret picking up.
I'd really like us to become ultranerds who always writes in leet speech and uses Internet abbreviations such as LOL, ITA, IIRC, YMMV and IMHO in common speech,
if that's okay with you. I think we can do it.
We had some good times, but then I woke up and realised that it was just a dream.
Take care of yourself and never forget how much lower your reputation will slip as soon as I publish this on my blog.
Ceterum censeo Carthaginem esse delendam,
~ Anonymous.
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