Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Dear The Hills; we're so done.

Dear The Hills,
I'm gonna say this straight up because I don't want to mess you around. We're officially through.

We've had some really good times - lots of laughs, tears and fashion mishaps. And that's how I choose to remember you. As the good Hills that I once I knew. Sadly, you are now merely a shell of your former self.

I say this because I care about you. You need to kill Heidi & Spencer and then you need to put an end to all of this insipidness - turning the gun on yourself is the only way to save us all.

Please don't cry and resort to theatrics, we've all seen enough of that. And don't bring out threats of another sex tape, it only makes you appear needy. I know that this season you're trying to pull out all the stops with some young, hip music, a fresh lipgloss and a few shots of Restylane ... but it's just not going to work. I'm just not that into you anymore.

I'm sorry if I sound way harsh, but I don't want to confuse your small, feeble brain.
The Hills - you're dead to me.


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