29 October, 2008
Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to complain in the strongest possible terms about your last post. I mean--what indeed is your point? Near as I can tell. you don't have one. Must be your illness.
First in your post, you talk about how tiring it is being a housewife. Cry me a river!
Then you go on and on about your son and girls.
Then somehow we go from there to a diatribe that reads like it's coming from a hippie.
Because you deliberately wasted my time, I will no longer eat my bon bons while reading your crap!
I guess the point of my last post was that I was a little surprised by some of the stuff coming out of my son's mouth. Now I have two questions for you:
- If you aren't going to read my blog, can I have your bon bons?
- Why are your writing to yourself. Are you okay, dear?