Dear Krista,

Wherefore art thou? Why do you leave me here all alone in this crazy world with no one to turn to. You have no idea the terror of being left in such an empty cyberspace with all those other selfish web-sites that think they're better then me.
YouTube won't stop telling me all of the millions of people that get on him compared to my mere two or three. And Google? Oh she's horrendous, absolutely insufferable. She thinks she knows everything about everything and won't end the vicious taunts of 'oh BloSpo' ( that's what they call the blogs as if we don't have proper names like google or yahoo. I am rightfully called Delicious, but they say it's too many sylabuls to matter to anyone) BloSpo, I, Google, am what the public turns to when they have an unanswerable question. I am the place to find whatever your heart yearns for, definitions, facts, sales, songs, movies, even love. They turn to you for nothing except for some teenagers tiddle tattle on life. You are nothing to me.'
So you see my pain, my shattered heart. Krista, I am begging you please to write. Get on your blog that you created and prove us to the world. With eachother, we are great! We are expression! We are freedom of speech! We are America! And you are the only one with the password to my heart.
With sincerity,
Delicious Eyebrows of Blogspot