#iwrtprs

aaaack hard one….. okay here goes…shot from the hip

Dear person I like,

I bet if you came over and talked to me we’d get along great. Of course that would require me being able to talk to you without blushing, or stuttering, or just plain old not being able to come up with anything to say because, hello MINDBLOCK. There’s not any chance you’d find that cute, or charming, or attractive is there.

Then there’s the totally likely scenario wear in order to talk to you I just treat you like a bro: talk about action movies, and sci-fi books, and please I swear I’m not trying to be a acedemic snob when I call Starship Troopers Political Satire, or start telling you to read everything by Ursula K. Le Guin. That’s just the way I am. I don’t know how to flirt. Or rather I do know how to flirt, I catch myself at it some times, I just don’t know how to take it the next step from there.

oh swell i got what i asked for okay here goes

Dear Santa,

How shall I put this? I was one of those kids whose parents told them you weren’t real. They told me you were just a myth made up from the story of Saint Nicholas that got blown way out of proportion or some such golly-wash.

But, if you think about it, doesn’t that sort of make you a god?

Gods are only real, and only have power, when people believe in them. Plenty of people seem to believe in you. I bet you’re actually one of the most powerful gods out there, because hey; children believe in you. I child’s belief is pretty special, it’s right up there with unconditional love and their belief in unconditional love is absolute until someone breaks it course once it’s broken it’s pretty hard to fix, but hey new babies are being made everyday and around half the world’s adult population (made-up statistic alert) seems to have a deep seated fascination with deceiving their, and that of their friends, progeny. So dude I gotta say; You’ve got it made.

In conclusion. CONGRATS ON THE GODHOOD. Also I’d like an Iphone and a giftcard to Amazon.com.

Sincerely,