Dear Physics,
I abhor you. Do not for a second flatter yourself. It is not that you hard at all. Rather, you are easier than a two dollar whore on ecstacy. Still, you manage to tear away the darkest nether regions of my soul for four hours a day. You make me wretch at all the busy work you put through on a daily basis. I really do hate you.
All my love,
Andrew
Dear Institute of Biomedical Research,
For all the work you have me do, you do not pay me enough. Sure, all I really do is make solutions for SDS-PAGE and culture cells, but you truly make me feel like a worthless whipping boy. You are not worth putting down on my resume for medical school.
Yours,
Andrew
Dear LiveJournal,
I have tried to avoid you. I really have. But you are like a black hole who continually sucks me in. Even though I haven't posted, checking my friends list is an almost daily thing for me and I wish you would just go away. But you don't. And it is though I will never escape this downward spiral of plotting my petty drama.
Sincerely,
Andrew
Dear Self,
Stop being so hateful. Life is great.
Get a grip.
--Andrew
Dear
invitation_inn,
Sorry for shamelessly stealing your style of posting.
Apologetically,
Andrew
Dear Everyone on my Friends LIst,
Yeah, I missed you. Don't let it go to your heads. hehe.
Yours, as always,
Andrew
I am riding the seal. I am not the seal.