New York (aka Dylan) here; I do apologize for it to almost take me a year to get back on track and send out and respond to letters. There has just been so much going on, that I had completely forgotten about this little project…that was until Penn started nagging at me again. DX Grrr…stupid brother, just cus he's older doesn't mean that he gets to boss me around—I WAS THERE TOO when we fought for our independence!
But that is besides the point, I am here to say that I will be once more receiving letters, so feel free to send me those bad boys.
That reminds me, if anyone is able to get a hold of Father, let me know. Frickin Bast**d isn't answering any of my calls, texts or emails. DX - And I SWEAR TO GOD, if it has anything to do with that British-scone-eating-lime-sucking-bast**d, HEADS. WILL. ROLL.
…that about sums it up I guess, well farewell for now.
~The awesome state of New York,
Dylan Christopher Smith-Jones
P.S- Anyone know the best way to kill a Frenchman? I have the unfortunate experience of having one trying to repeatedly crawl into my bed…its bad enough I have to sneak in to my own damned house in paranoia cus I don't know if he's hiding in the shadows waiting to jump me…. *shudders* this is not good for my already frayed nerves, I think I might end up shooting someone in the face….hopefully the Frenchman, but one can only hope.