*snort*

Apr 07, 2007 18:48

Dear moth,

That fluorescent light is not the moon. If you would be so kind as to stop knocking your dumb head into it whilst trying to use it for navigation, I would be most grateful. You're interrupting my train of thought with that damned click...click...click sound.
...

HAH! You just got fried, motherfucker!

Bugger. No you didn't. You just flew back up for more. Blimey. No wonder you useless winged retards will never take over the Earth.

Confusedly (and can't believe I'm writing an LJ letter to an insect, for god's sake...)
clappamungus

the stupid burns, letters, boredom, procrastination

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