Dear Battlestar Galactica:

Well. Thanks for clearing everything up.

NOT. Jerkpants.

No love,

Me

Dear Peanut:
Okay! Today is d-day. Or b-day, whatever. So really, ANY TIME now would be great. Especially if it means this back ache will go away. Plus, Mr. Fantastic says I can't be having you tomorrow because Tottenham v. Hull City is on. You know we wouldn't want Daddy to miss that. And you know, it would be totally awesome if you didn't make us ( Read more... )

Dear Stargate Atlantis:

Yes, I still love you. I will always love you; you gave me the John and Rodney show. For that, I will forgive you anything. I am, however, SICK to DEATH of ( SPOILERS )

Spoilers, of course.

( Dear Heroes: )

Dear Plague ( Read more... )

Dear People Who Spell It 'Damnit':
Please stop. It's dammit, dammit. Even Bill Gates thinks so.

Dear Plague:
You are not welcome here. GO AWAY or I will have to fight you off with more than zinc and whining.

Dear People I'm Trying to Work With:
Yes, I know your request is important and I promise I will do everything I can to get it completed before ( Read more... )