Dear David Cook,

I have written you probably like 5 letters already. Ok.. before you throw up out of your ears, let me explain. I only ever really sent one. And then the others were all like VIRTUAL letters. Like the one where we made you apologize to us for disrupting our lives with your sheer AWESOMENESS. (that was a good letter btw, because it was like a GROUP effort) Other letters were just massive ramblings mostly meant to entertain myself.

And then there were VITRUAL conversations that I sort of played out in the chatroom where I would imagine how it would all go down. Something like "Hey Dave..." And you'd be like "Hey Kar...." And then a really poignant conversation about, i dunno, FISH AND CHIPS, would ensue. I guess I feel the need to let out all these waves of frustration because I have a pretty good grasp on the idea that if I ever were to come face to face with you in a realistic setting, a conversation would be virtually impossible. I don't even know what we would really talk about? Internet fame? Meat? Kriss Kross? I feel guilty that I know you more then you know me. So that makes it automatically awkward. And lawrd knows, over the past month... I've certainly talked enough for the both of us. Well thats not really fair, since you had to do all those interviews. But does it count if you are saying the same thing over and over again? HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

So my thought is that maybe I should just write down a bunch of topics that I would like to discuss with you and then maybe one day we could just sit down and bang them all out, one by one. (to be honest, *i'm* even a little scared about what topics might make it on this list... so this should be exciting for the both of us)

This is, by the way, unequivocally, the lamest letter I have ever written you. Like seriously... nothing as even been said. I'm just talking about talking.

Like, if we talked about this letter it would probably go something like this:

Kara: Hey Dave.

Dave: Hey Kar.

Kara: So Dave, did you get my last letter?

Dave: Ooooo. Yea. About that....

Kara: Just say it. Don't beat around the bush. (i don't think I'd really say that IRL, btw, but let's just go with it)

Dave: Well, you know how I've been kind of tired lately?

Kara: *furrows brow*

Dave: Well your letter, it was so filled with nothing that it just put me right to sleep, like right after the second line.

Kara: ....

Dave: And then I drooled all over the rest of it and it all smeared together.

Kara: Did the ink run and make any interesting artwork atleast?

Dave: ...

Kara: This conversation thing was a bad idea. Next time I say we just take a photo and you can sign the back of my Target receipt that I found crumpled up in my pocket.

Um... AND IN CLOSING....

I don't have a closing. I just got tremendously tired from re-reading my own letter.

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF BUDDY!

-Kara