"So it goes." --any Trafalmadorean

Dear body:

I have been putting up with hot flashes since I was 24. This is enough. Honestly. Stop. Now.

Dear J.'s surgical incision:

It's been one month. HEAL. I NEED SEX.

Dear cats:

You are the reason Mummy and Daddy can't have nice things.

Dear President Bush:

Fuck you. I hope a bomb drops on your ass, and I don't care how many blogspies you send out. I will not live in fear of your regime.

Dear eBay:

RELEASE ME FROM YOUR INSIDIOUS GRASP.

Dear left thumb knuckle:

Thank you for not splitting lately.