Even More Letters

Dear Photoshop,

I know I didn't play with you last night. I wanted to get to sleep sometime before 4 A.M. And I did. But did you have to haunt my dreams? That was totally unfair. I made some great stuff and then woke up and realized that I didn't actually do squat. That put me in a bad mood.

Does this mean I'll never sleep again?

Your bitch,
R

Dear Angie,

I pouted. A lot.

I told you to get rid of the hicks. They were intimidated by you, as they should be. When you see them, could you kick their asses for me? Just a little? Thanks!

Still love ya,
R

Dear Bobby Jon and James,

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATE.

With disgust,
R

Dear Ibrehem,

Dude, could you have flubbed that challenge more? Seriously. That was really bad. My cat could've done a better job than you, man.

But you're pretty, so I don't hate you. Gang up with Stephenie and get rid of the hicks!

This is your first and last warning,
R

Dear Tom,

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrowr.

This may be the second time in history that my mom and I are both drooling over the same man. Please walk around shirtless forever.

Sitting in a puddle of drool,
R

Dear Koror tribe,

Well played, well played. Give the immunity to the putz. You're evil geniuses all of you. Marry me?

Merely a puppet,
R

Dear Lost,

Please come back. I miss you. I can't eat. (Ok, I can eat. But it's not as good without you!) I can't sleep. (But that's mostly Photoshop's fault.) I need you back in my life.

Suffering from withdrawal,
R