My Dearest Boogerbutt,
I am delighted to hear you are coming to America next year in June, but I am unfortunately a very poor person, and you are coming to the wrong city. You might not have known there was such a thing as a "wrong" city in the US, but I assure you, there are thousands of them and only one correct city... which is Chicago, Illinois. It's a beautiful city, especially in the summertime, and it happens to be where I live.
Now, there have been some changes in my life over the last year, and I feel like I might be able to brave such a thing as... attending a convention to greet and meet you, oh Boogerbutt of my heart, and allowing you to meet me, your favorite stalker bane of your existence undying pest whump-blog-running fan.
...but only if you come to Chicago. There's another Epic convention there in July... which is a lovely time of year to visit Chicago, meet me, and maybe make me a gluten free pizza or something. Am I asking too much? Probably. That's okay. I'll meet you halfway, if you just come to Chicago...
With Much Love and Only Somewhat-Alarming Devotion,
Killian-Whump
P.S. If you do me this solid, I'll even apologize for calling you Boogerbutt.















