Dear Mike Doughty,

I regret to inform you that due to your recent betrayal we are on a break. I pondered this after the announcement that you were gonna be opening for the Barefuckingnaked Ladies, but I am loyal. But to learn from your blog that you played St. Thomas, and didn’t even tell me? I can’t abide that. And you know what? The Supergenius abides, my friend. The Supergenius abides.

So that’s it. I’m packing up the Make Sweet Sweet Love to Me Vibe™ and putting it on a high shelf in the closet. Don’t cry Mike, you can make it up to me in the form of dark chocolate M&Ms and some making out.

Those are the terms. You can take them or leave them.

Sincerely,
Jodi, who is moving Ben Gibbard Jeff Tweedy to #2 on the list

P.S. I just skipped past St. Louise is Listening when it came up on the Party Shuffle. How do you like them apples?