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Dear El Jay,
It's been awhile. Have you missed me? You have? That's a shame, 'cause I can't say the same. There used to be a time when I'd write in you nightly as to remember my days and nights. Slowly, but surely- I learned my everyday happenings were/are effin' BORING and not worth the time of day. I used to dream of having hundreds of friends who read my El Jay regularly and they'd comment... and I'd comment- it'd be a beautiful, beautiful thing. But after a year of updating I realized having that many friends' journals to read through is bothersome. After about a year or so I tried to be interesting in my updates and I tried to be a regular commentor, but... it's hard work. It's very hard work. It's hard work and I'm fuckin' lazy. Of my... however many friends I had five, at the most, which I regularly read. So--- El Jay, it's been fun but... (!) H-hey now! There's no need for tears! It's not you... it's me! ...That and I wanna hook up with your sister I MEAN... YOUR SISTER'S UGLY!! B-Baby! C'mon now- it'll be allright. We just need some time apart! Yeah- there, there. It'll be allright, I promise. Some other boy will come along looking for the name drpepper_phd and he'll treat you much better than I did. I'm a douchebag. Yes- that's it El Jay! Get angry at me! Let it all out! ...H-hey now, that's enough! Enough anger! No more anger! AHHH FUCKSHITHELLASSBALLS!! Honeeeey- Those kicks hurt! And my sensitive little areas can't handle anoth-HOOFAH! Oh God! It hurts so bad! HAUSFHSAH! El Jay PLEAAAASE! Stop this insanity! There's no need to get murderous! ...Is that a chaiiIIINSAAAAW?!??!?! OH MY FUCKING G-(The following lines have been deleted since they contain sentences of torture, rape, murder, and more rape). ::death::
The preceeding letter was found on Michael Uttaro's laptop at 9:00PM. Judging by the location of arms and various facial features, the time of death has been estimated at 8:50 PM. El Jay was never captured.
It's been awhile. Have you missed me? You have? That's a shame, 'cause I can't say the same. There used to be a time when I'd write in you nightly as to remember my days and nights. Slowly, but surely- I learned my everyday happenings were/are effin' BORING and not worth the time of day. I used to dream of having hundreds of friends who read my El Jay regularly and they'd comment... and I'd comment- it'd be a beautiful, beautiful thing. But after a year of updating I realized having that many friends' journals to read through is bothersome. After about a year or so I tried to be interesting in my updates and I tried to be a regular commentor, but... it's hard work. It's very hard work. It's hard work and I'm fuckin' lazy. Of my... however many friends I had five, at the most, which I regularly read. So--- El Jay, it's been fun but... (!) H-hey now! There's no need for tears! It's not you... it's me! ...That and I wanna hook up with your sister I MEAN... YOUR SISTER'S UGLY!! B-Baby! C'mon now- it'll be allright. We just need some time apart! Yeah- there, there. It'll be allright, I promise. Some other boy will come along looking for the name drpepper_phd and he'll treat you much better than I did. I'm a douchebag. Yes- that's it El Jay! Get angry at me! Let it all out! ...H-hey now, that's enough! Enough anger! No more anger! AHHH FUCKSHITHELLASSBALLS!! Honeeeey- Those kicks hurt! And my sensitive little areas can't handle anoth-HOOFAH! Oh God! It hurts so bad! HAUSFHSAH! El Jay PLEAAAASE! Stop this insanity! There's no need to get murderous! ...Is that a chaiiIIINSAAAAW?!??!?! OH MY FUCKING G-(The following lines have been deleted since they contain sentences of torture, rape, murder, and more rape). ::death::
The preceeding letter was found on Michael Uttaro's laptop at 9:00PM. Judging by the location of arms and various facial features, the time of death has been estimated at 8:50 PM. El Jay was never captured.