Dear July 2010,
Sorry if this is coming out of the blue, although I honestly don’t know how you could not have seen this coming, but go fuck yourself. You were a shit month and I’m happy to see you go. You were to the summer as George Bush was to America. You made last July look like a month of Christmas. August and I are already talking shit about you. If I see you in hell watch your back, because I’m going to punch you…in the balls. That is all. Bye now.