an open letter to jimmy on the day squirrels' earth stood relatively still

Dear jimmy,
You know this is not easy for me...but, I feel that the only way for me to get back on my feet, is maybe for you to start your blog again. I miss you. I need you. I know that I should take responsibility for my own life, or what is left of it. I know that you are, at your core, dung. And yet, I heart you man. So come on jimmy, quit hiding. If you want, I'll go easy on you. We all know you are a little dim, but that is the one endearing characteristic you exhibit. I say, go with it, jimmy. Show it off. Proudly let your character-defining lack of luster dull everything it tries, in desperation, to reflect. Write jimmy, write. I have no idea why, but since you stopped blogging, my life has turned into a turd-log parade without wheels. Is it coincidence? Probably, but I don't care. I am desperate. So here goes....Jimmywrites Barada Nikto. Jimmywrites Barada Nikto.
Your Pal,
Squirrel
BTW - I can see into your bedroom window from my new "apartment". Don't be ashamed. You have every reason to be ashamed, but don't be, i mean, shame is not going to improve your performance, is it? Jimmywrites Barada Nikto.