(clarification - this dear john letter is to www.scribosphere.org)
I know I'm not the hottest blogger to hit the internet, but did I wrong you in another life? Why do you snub me so? I feel like a jilted girlfriend. My emails go unanswered and if you had a phone, you'd probably avoid me when you see me on caller ID -- not that I'd call after the way I've been treated.
While I admit that some of my posts digress from hair color to rodent infestation, I do now and then actually have something to contribute to the wannabe screenwriting population of the blogworld, although you seem to think I'm nothing but a pretty face.
You do think I'm pretty, don't you?
Fine. I won't get needy.
Plenty of blogs want to link to mine.
Well, twenty six. It used to be about seventy but I kind of let myself go. That happens after you punch out a few screenplays and spend less time on the internet.
I don't care even care if you link to my blog or not. It's not like I'm some kind of expert or something.
Besides, you're so vane. You probably think this blog is about you.
So, like, you wanna hang out or something?
So, you mad at me?
Want me to heat us up some pizza pockets? Scrubs is on.