Dear IO (Inanimate Object),

I seem to have this habit, a habit of talking to everything. Nothing will ever have the last word when I’m around, even if it is an inanimate object. A door, a table, the TV, anything falls into this category. Even you, my most unfortunate blog. Yes, thanks to the latest and greatest from mobile carriers, I can now talk back to you whenever I please.

I warn you.

Prepare for rants from all walks of life, or at least my life, to someone as defenseless as you, blog.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.