Aug 02, 2006 17:09
Feb 3, 2005
Dear Will,
For weeks now, you have told me how I am:
A) Never going to be a journalist
B) Less witty than you
C) A worse friend than you are
D) Falling victim to "Gareth Syndrome"
You also do all of these things while smiling/laughing.
Why do you do this? WHY?! WHY?! WHYYY?!
YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO BEING MY ETERNAL RIVAL
AND MY GIRLFRIEND?! YOU DISSED ME IN FRONT OF MY GIRLFRIEND WHILE THE BEST FRIEND THAT YOU STOLE FROM ME DROVE YOU AROUND TOWN?! YOU KNOW WHAT TRACY THINKS, WILL?!
SHE THINKS WE'RE GAY.
AND YOU LAUGH! YOU ALWAYS LAUGH! MATT GRINS, AND YOU LAUGH!
AND YOUR WOMEN! YOU HAVE LIKE, FOUR WOMEN LINED UP, AND YOU WON'T EVEN START A HAREM WITH ME AND YOUR DAD! STOP BEING SO SELFISH! WE ALL NEED MONEY, WILL! DO YOU HAVE A MACHINE THAT PRINTS MONEY?!
WHEN WILL THIS MADNESS END, WILL?! AT WHAT POINT WILL YOUR EROSION OF MY SOUL BE COMPLETE?! AND YOU KNOW THAT I'LL JUST LAUGH AND SEE THE HUMOUR IN THE SITUATION, WILL. I'LL SMILE AS MY VERY BEING WITHERS AND DIES.
Mark my words. By Friday, you'll get what's coming to you.
Have a nice day!
Love,
~Michael~