oh, go for it then

dear radiohead,

ok, so i thought i bought your kp discobox for the fixed amount of 40 UK Pounds Sterling.

i felt excitement in the air, being loved by wonderful boys from the united kingdom. rule britannia.

being a par of the teh big experiment.

big, classic power chords and string sections and fanfare.

canned styrofoam.

compost corner.

but you did not write back to me, at all. i felt really lonely and desserted.

you didn't call me for a week. were you out to the pub? was that cucumber sandwich really tasty?

so yesterday, i had to take keyboard in finger and write to you, to seek attention.

you're going to release your latest effort accumilated love in a few hours, i want you to treat me just the same way you do as the other girls you're seeing. but, i only want you to see me. me.

this morning, you wrote to me "oh, it's from radiohead!" but what i saw was a letter, the same letter you write to all the girls you've been seeing.

i'm all for open relationships, but please, at least write to me the moment you recognized that i am in your life and that you are a part of mine.

i thought you wanted me for who i am and not my body.

love,

too much caffeine.