Dear America,

I may talk a lot of shit about you, but despite my harsh remarks, I like you. A lot. You enable my severe internet addiction. You pay me 15+ dollars an hour for reading Dear Life all day long. And most importantly, you are KING of trashy reality TV shows. Please don't forget me while I'm gone. I'll see you in two years and three months. (On a related note: Dear Africa, Please don't give me AIDS.)

kthanksbye,
gr