Dear John,
I don't know how to say this, but I hate you.
I think I realized it when I tied my shoes with Mr. and Mrs. Bush, and I saw you carve your name in my father.
I'm sure you're masochistic enough to understand that the garbage man turns me on.
I'm sending back your ring, but I'll keep your suicide note as a memory.
You should know that I am making a movie about hating Shrek.
Go fuck yourself,
Maren
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The Note:
Dear -your partners name- (if you're single, write John)
I don't know how to say this, but __1__.