Dear Lucy Van Pelt of Peanuts:
Are you the evil genius behind Dear Life? Here's why I think, "Maybe."
Every autumn you hold the football for Charlie Brown to kick. And every year...sucker that he is...he thinks that this time, FOR REALS, you'll actually let him kick it. But then you yank the ball away and he sails ass-over-teakettle into "AAAUGH" inducing wipeout.
You SAY that dearlifeblog is back and you'll post the posts if they're tres awesome, but...are you for reals? Or are we getting Charlie Brown clowned?
Hopeful that "A" does not equal "L",