twicketface

Dear me,

It was a sincerely kick-ass idea to burn 9 1/2 hours of music on a blank DVD and use your laptop as a shuffling jukebox for the ride to (and eventually home from) Madison. Nice work.

Sincerely,

twicketface

Dear Jimmy John's,

Where have you been all my life? That vegetarian sub this noon was fucking great. A litle light on the avocado, but otherwise it was superb. Nice work.

With an undying devotion for at least a week or so,

twicketface

Dear Audioslave, Foo Fighters, face to face and Channels,

It would be great if you would hurry up and release your new albums/retrospective albums/double albums/DVDs. 2005 is almost over and I desperately need to rock out with a certain appendage out.

Achingly yours,

twicketface

Dear $20 shoes I got from Payless,

You held up longer than I thought you would. I will miss you and hope for good things in your next life, like being able to kick Tucker Carlson directly in the nuts someday.

So long,

twicketface