Dearest Waldo,In the words of Outkast: "I'm sorry Miss Jackson (insert Waldo), I am for real", I don't know what happened the other day but I want you to know that I may of overreacted..
This is not an apology.. thats exactly what you want, so if that's what you're looking for your not gonna get it.. but this is just a note to say "hey douchebag, I may of overreacted and I feel somewhat (and when I say somewhat I mean barely) bad about the whole situation."
I think it's best if we just give it up all together.. you know maybe try a new profession.. I can't keep tabs on you all the time - you need to relax for awhile, maybe go on a vacation? but seriously man, you have GOT to give up the whole traveling hitch hiker vibe.. times are changing - shit like that just doesn't happen anymore. Kids don't give two shits about finding the guy in brightly striped clothing, they would rather watch the Backyardigans, and frankly so would I. (Your back yard friends the backyardigans)
So take this as a peaceful request to take a flugging break (yeah I said flugging, pretty serious.), just stop for awhile. Maybe try golf? I have a friend that hated golf for the first 20 years of his life, gave it a try, loves it now. You seriously need to find a hobby, so start there.
Savy?
Hasta luego (How about that? Maybe try learning a new language and going the hell away?)
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