An open letter.
Dear Kara Thrace and Samuel Anders,
Please stop having sex in my head while I'm driving to work.
It's not that I don't like the sex, it's that I have no way of recording it so others can enjoy it, too. And, no, I will NOT be writing porn for you at work.
Likewise, please explain the disturbing nesting bit you tossed at me whilst I was glaring at job 35 (again. I don't think that job is going to ever fucking be over with). Because, Kara, I'm pretty sure you don't want kids.
No love,
Lyssie
PS. Why can't you be having sex in my head NOW?
Please stop having sex in my head while I'm driving to work.
It's not that I don't like the sex, it's that I have no way of recording it so others can enjoy it, too. And, no, I will NOT be writing porn for you at work.
Likewise, please explain the disturbing nesting bit you tossed at me whilst I was glaring at job 35 (again. I don't think that job is going to ever fucking be over with). Because, Kara, I'm pretty sure you don't want kids.
No love,
Lyssie
PS. Why can't you be having sex in my head NOW?