Dear dear dear my lovely John-boy-
Obviously it was a complete mistake on your part to throw me in the box destined fo some of your other shows . . .
And we all laughed at the car ride, and how you really kept up the joke, and how you kep insisting that a change would be good for me. . . .
And it was all fun and games when you left me on the doorstep of the new Key West Real World House. . . .
But Dear Mr. Bunim, could perhaps the joke be over now? I have managed to make my way through several different shows, and somehow found myself in old re-runs of Making the Band, the very first one. Even Kim's talking or Lisaone's fake throw up would be better than some of what's happening in this house!! if O-town sings that song about dreams one more time . . . !!
Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that the great and wise Buddha has learned his lesson about threatening to leave. I promise to behave and be a good Buddha. Maybe even Iynla or Rhonda could have some sessions to hel me over come my 'god-complex.'
So, I can't really get on my knees, seeing as how they are stone and all . . . but can I come back? please? I won't even complain about my pinky anymore.
PS - tell Rhonda I miss her. When you - uh - see her.