dear ben,

hi. it’s me jodi. it’s been quite awhile hasn’t it. i realized while watching Saturday Night Live on, well, Saturday, that i had never, ever ever in my entire life seen you. until that night, i had never like actually laid eyes on your physical appearance.

boy was i surprised!

you’re like a chubby dorky guy with bad hair. and i love it! love it! as i was sitting there listening to you and the other Death Cab for Cuties, i turned to sister #2 (i was at her house) and said, “i think i like them even more now that i’ve seen how dorky he is.”

she of the eminem and killers and fitty-cents love dismissed by appreciation of your absolute cutieness.

ben, it’s not been easy being a death cab fan. do you have any idea how much derision is heaped upon my shoulders for liking you and your band? do you? my westernerd friends tell me all the time that i’m like some teenage girl because of my love for Death Cab and emo. BEN! i am not a teenager. i am a 33-year-old woman, and i’m not entirely sure what emo is and nobody seems to be able to define it sufficiently. all i know is there is much hate towards the cuties. but i am brave ben, i do not back down.

i stand proud. i have not had any of that hatorade they are serving up. i’m not even sure emo was invented back in 2000 when i got ‘we have the facts and we’re voting yes.’ and if it was, well nobody told me about it.

anyway ben. i just wanted to let you know that i still totally love you. even more now, because you’re so delectably dorky.

i type too slow to make my expressions stick,
jodi