Rejection City

My guitar guru is really pressing me on his desire not to accept the guitar I sent him. It’s now getting weird. He keeps saying he and his wife don’t even spend as much on each other for Valentine, birthday, or Christmases.

Maybe the problem isn’t with me.

Anyway, after his third response, I’ve told him just to throw it in the river if he doesn’t want it.

"Well, aren't you in a pickle then. If you send it back, you'll offend me, but if you keep it, you'll have to upgrade your love to your WOE-MAN.

Hmmm...

Ok, if I was more of an evil genius then, just maybe, I'd have an end game here. But I'm not. So I don't. I used to wear glasses and not talk much, so people thought I was smart. I'm not. Now I don't wear glasses. And I don't shut up.

You're making this weird.

Trust me, I've wasted MORE money on random internet "friends" (and this email exchange) in the last five years or so than you'd care to imagine. The social landscape of the internet has changed. Your boy will be sending girls cars over Snapchat before he even knows how to drive.

You've earned this.

Or just... throw it in the East Anglian flood plain. 

Peace  x"

I can’t be arsed with all this.

Three blog entries in a day?!

Effort.

My one reader in Portugal better appreciate this.