Dear Priorities,
I just wanted to send you a note to say thanks for being so understanding. I really haven't been paying you all much attention and I appreciate your patience with me in the last few weeks, er, months...umm...years.
I promise I'll be back soon and while you may get another letter like this shining you on about what I need to get done, feel free to do what you've been doing- rolling your eyes and dropping this letter into your garbage disposal.
When I eventually get back to you guys, I'm sure you'll be excited by the way I've changed my work ethic, even though it's going to seem like I have become a lazy, sloppy mess- au contraire, mon frere- my focus is as tight as a baby's butt-drum.
What I'm trying to say, Priorities, is that I've never forgotten about you or what you've done for me. I imagine we'll get back together in a year or so and really create something beautiful, fantastic, and innovative. You heard me- fucking innovative. We'll create a a film or TV show, possibly a robot or robotic bathtub cleaner, maybe a new style of cupcake or a neotechnique java script used to find fetish porn at lightning speeds. Really, Priorities, the possiblities are endless.
Not that I'm saying you and Possibilities should be dating, or even seeing each other. I know that we have an open relationship, but that's not to say that I don't get jealous when I see you flirting with Curiosities or Probability. Statistically and I were close for a while, but we ended that Mutually.
My point is this- I'm sorry, OK? You have to realize that my Goals are important and you and Goals don't always get along. When you do- great! I can hang with both of you and everything's keen. But if there is any cattiness, I have to think of myself first. I have to do what's best for me.
I hope you understand. I'll write to you again soon.
Sincerely,
J. Alan Crocker
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