Dear Saffron:
You almost made me cry. That is the loveliest handmade gift I've ever been given. I am amazed by your talent-- the card is proudly dispayed on my wall, and the cd is in my disc drive. It is so beautiful, so thoughtful. Thank you so much. I have an idea for a card for you, so I'm hoping it pans out. You're getting an extra-special Yule gift this year.

Dear Don:
"The Search for Spike's Balls." I am now officially yours, forever. And ever. I laughed until I almost fell over. And I will be cooking up a storm very soon-- the desserts look almost as good as the photography. You also get an extra-special present this Yule. God, I'm gonna be spending a lot on shipping. Thank you.

Dear LJ:
800x600, 17" monitor, and still the new web updater does not fit on my screen. Thank god for the portal at least. You suck today. You do not get an extra special Yule gift this year. Wait... I can't even update from the portal due to an "invalid year value." WTF? It's 2004! It says 2004! Oh, bite me, bitch.

Dear God:
When did Christina Aguilera get hot? I mean, really?

Dear ABC:
When are you re-airing Lost?

Dear Mike:
Are you sure you don't want to write my paper for me?

Dear Obnoxious Girl MRS. In My Class:
Jewel in As I Lay Dying is a "fictitious character." No need to defend him tooth and nail. And the "Me + JEWEL 4EVA!" in the squiggly hearts in your notebook? You're like fourty. Ew.

Dear Wallet:
I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?