Jun 24, 2010 18:46
Dear mother,
I realize it may be nearly impossible for you to congratulate me on non-academic accomplishments, but could you at least acknowledge the fact that I, your extremely arachnophobic spawn, just had to kill a spider in nothing but socks, Nikes, and a freaking towel?
Also, could you please stop rolling your eyes when I buy Transformers toys, which is almost always followed by you saying "Somewhere there's a nerd just for you"? On the former, they happen to be extremely well-engineered, and are great for stress relief and when I feel like just fiddling with something. On the latter, I'm not looking for a partner. I probably never WILL go looking. I prefer having friends, thanks.
Dear father,
Thank you for thinking it's awesome that I can headshot almost an entire level of Covenant in the original Halo, and can shoot Hunters dead in one shot with a pistol. I'm glad you take an interest in my more nerdy skills.
Dear Brother:
The eighteenth century called. It would like its bushy muttonchops back.
Dear everyone else in the world,
Go see Toy Story 3. It's a wonderful movie, and I agree with Jeremy Jahns' commentary: if you were ever a kid, you'll love it.
Signed,
Naz
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