Letter Number Two-Hundred Seven.

Dear CAPTCHAs,

As time goes on, I find it harder and harder to figure you out. Either people are starting to make you WAY too complicated, or I'm becoming a computer bot...I'm scared.

Love,
Kymba

Letter Number Two-Hundred Six.

Dear Hoobastank,

When you sell out to DENNY'S, maybe it's time to throw in the towel.

Love,
Kymba

P.S. I mean, "hooburrito"? REALLY?

Letter Number Two-Hundred Five.

Dear Neopets,

My only lasting emotion from you is a perpetual desire for omelettes. Especially ones with cheese and onion.

Love,
Kymba