Dear August of 2010,

Thanks for trying to punch me in the gut ONE LAST TIME before leaving my life forever. I won't forget you, but I'll certainly try my best to wipe your existence from my memory if it's the last thing I do.

Sincerely,
SS+1

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Dear SS+1,

Grow a pair and get over it.

XOXO,
August of 2010

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Dear August of 2010,

I'll grow a pair when you stop sucking....oh wait, you're over...Consider my pair grown (wait, that sounded a lot better in my head).

You're forgotten,
SS+1