Dear SpN

I don't need you to do anything but entertain me. That means showing me pretty pictures, getting me to cover my face and go eeeew or laugh a little or cry a little. If a particular show doesn't make me feel any of those things, I don't feel like you've snuck into my bunk at night and rubbed gum in my hair. There's always next week. I don't need you to tell me truths about life disguised as little entertainments, I've got Life for that. This season is odd and not what I expected--is it the same thing rehashed? I don't know, I'm not a mind reader. I have no idea what Show's runners have planned. I can only guess. Sure, I wanted to have the boys throw their arms around each other and say, "God damn son, I love you. All is forgiven--let's go play!" I also wanted my mommy van to turn into a Mustang but guess what--there's still a van on the driveway. I'll deal.

You do what you do, Show, and I'll hang on as long as I'm having fun. And just so you know, I'm still having tremendous fun.

love, roxy

ps: that goes for you too, SV. Though mostly you've just broken my heart all these years, you big asshole--I just can't quit ya.