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Dan figured a picture was in order:

Dear Daniel...

I know, I know. "I haven't updated my blog in too long," is probably what you're thinking. You are right. Well, not much new here except my new fancy job. Fancy is italicized purely for the fact that the internet is a quite effective sarcasm filter. That aside.

Anyway, I'm working with a temp agency and at the moment I'm at a certain set of apartments. I get to a room that looks like someone robbed the place and took anything of remote value, leaving behind garbage strewn across the room. Among a ton of condom wrappers, broken glass, old food, and burnt up butter knives I found a gem. Not a gem in a conventional sense, but a gem in a metaphoric sense. It's a love note to Daniel from Natasha. Rule #1 in moving out of a place: don't leave behind juicy tidbits like this.

[note from Dwayne: if the writing seems small, put your mouse over the image until that box pops up in the bottom corner of the picture and enlarge it]
Ooo! Steamy:


I bet you're thinking "Augh! What wrong with chick? She not know english?" Judging by the name and the broken english that reminds me of Babas, Gidos, and Koustov, I assume she's some kind of Russian broad. That aside, I figured she needed some rough help with her basic message:



I probably didn't fix everything, nor did I try to fix the massive "train of thought" errors in her paragraph structures as well as the repetitions of key points. Anyway, I was going to give her an F, but instead I gave her a D for DUMPED! Kick that shit to the curb, Daniel.