Dear Snowflakes,
It's Jack here, and I decided to tell you about my day. Well sort of. Now I'm still getting used to all of this stuff, a computer I think? I dunno, it's Tooth's and she's letting me use it. It's kinda odd thought. It has stickers of teeth on the top. I thought since most of my believers have access to the 'world wide web', I thought to my self, "Hey, i should join them. And see what this stuff is." And so far. It's so hard! Tooth types really, really fast, and I'm so slow at this. She's somehow using all of her fingers and she isn't even looking at the little buttons! This stuff is SO hard to work with! I can't even set it up on the world-wide web without her help. Enough said, I so far hate typing.
My day! That's right my day! Okay, so recently, I have forgotten that I have believers. It's so hard having so many believers. Okay such as, today I was hanging out in other people's houses, seeing stuff, and things like that. Then I decided to go hang out at this one house I like. Really fancy, and good utilities. I roam around and it looks like no ones home. Then I hear a song play, and it was annoying at first. It was all like, ". . . Hey I just met you! And this is crazy! But here's my number! So call me maybe!. . ." At first I'm thinking. What? Her number? Like prison number? Her favorite number? Call? I thought you write? And send mail. But then it starts to get catchy, and I put my staff down and I started to dance.
Then i find myself singing to the common parts that I've memorized. So I'm here having a good time, and never did I notice the preteen staring at me with her jaw dropped. I suddenly froze. Crap. You see? You see what this gets me in to? Then she starts cussing and threatens me with the police.
Well, now you see. Having believers isn't so fun all the time. And when I'm absolutely sure they don't believe, and I say something stupid, they end up hearing me, and they're all freaked out! Man it just gets to me. And then the kangaroo laughs at me. It's not cool. Not cool at all.
Okay, so I told you a bit about what happened today. And things like that. . . oh, and I've gotten at least, I dunno, three restraining orders in the past month. It's hard being famous I can tell you that. Well, I've gotta fly. Bye snowflakes and I'll write you soon!
~Jack