Hi, honey :)

I know, you're at work, plus you deleted your MySpace account...why, I don't know, but probably because you're not into that whole "networking" thing.  But, well, whatever.  It's not important.  What is important is that I love you, and you love me right back. 
What can I say?  I'm smitten.  We do things together that...well, I hadn't done in years.  We've actually gone to concerts.  We spend days driving, hoping to not hit the Lake, Jackson, Toledo, or Flint, because that means we have to turn around.  You not only listen to my music, but you listen to me sing it.  Even if it's not meant for voices like mine.  And, believe me, it's a rare woman that can sing PJ Harvey songs and sound good.  I'm not one of them.  Come to think of it, PJ Harvey isn't that *awesome*, but it's her voice PLUS the music that make me like it. 
Plus, I've adopted some of your likes.  Because of you, not only am I addicted to Battlestar Galactica, but you were there, holding me back from breaking the t.v. because the unveiling of the last Cylon made no fucking sense.  I no longer thing Anime is for lifeless fanbois who live in their parents basement with no hope for a life outside.  I watch them!  And I read Manga, too!  Weird, right?  I know!
You calm me when I'm freaking out, and you let me freak out when I'm in the mood to really hurt someone/thing. 
That brings me to the point of this letter, really.  There are two, opened yet sealed, bottles of pop near the table.  One is A&W Root Beer, the other A&W Creme Soda.  There is liquid in both of them, and I'm positive that it's of the variety listed on the label.  However, I am unable to get in to enjoy the sweet, sweet nectar within.  Because you decided to go Hercules on the cap.  You are an evil, evil fiend.  And have made me cry/make kool-aid.
Next time, I won't be so kind, and just write a letter :P  Next time, it's war, and I'm super-gluing the lids on 20 bottles of Mountain Dew.

All my love,
Jeni