"Did you just make a Jane Austen reference? It's official. The end of days is upon us."

The final edition of 2006 letters.

Dear Librarian's Revenge,
Thank you all so much for introducing me to a new world of music. I've found some new favorites and revisited some classics. I enjoyed every minute of it.
Love, April

Dear 2006,
So long, you crappy excuse for a year. You gave us nothing but celebrity crotches, more impending wars, and Howie Mandel. Not to mention The Hoff. You hang your head in shame, 2006. You sucked.
Love, April

Dear 2007,
I have high hopes for you. Don't let me down. Or I'll kick your ass.
Love, April

Dear Readers,
What's the matter? Don't I cater to your needs? Don't I stroke your egos enough with my flowery words? Don't I make you snort soda through your nose with all my hilarity? Of course I do. So where's all the comment-love? You'd better get on track, readers. I'm not unlike Tinkerbell...fading without your belief. So if you believe in my funniness, please clap. Clap like you've never clapped before.
Love, April

Dear April,
Stop being a dork. That's your first new year's resolution.
Love, April

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I forgot to mention this tidbit from the other day. When Cara and I were playing Totally 80s, I misheard the question she read. Conversation as follows:
Cara: *reading card* What celebrity said that her only memory of her Live Aid performance was stabbing Mick Jagger with her high heel?
Me: What? Stabby McJagger? Who the hell is that?
Cara: Stabbing. Mick. Jagger.
Me: Oh.
*5 minutes of hysterical laughter later*
Me: Oh, that old Stabby McJagger. Always good for a laugh.