I hope this letter finds you well. It has been a while since you wreaked havoc on the Lylat System. I’m sure you’ve been busy doing odd jobs as a space pirate in a far corner of the galaxy, but we’ve got to talk Smash.
I want to Smash.
Ew, not like that, you pervert. I meant that I want to play Super Smash Bros. Since the latest installment of Smash was released last fall, my controller has been glued to my hands (I may need surgery to remove it).
Earlier this week, I went shopping at Target for some dorm room essentials and got distracted in the electronics section. As I walked down the aisles admiring the latest video games, I came upon something that pumped me up like Packers fan during the Superbowl: a demo Nintendo 3DS.
My friends are playing the Nintendo Wii and they refuse to let me join until I got my blog post done. I know this means that they truly care about me, but at this moment it feels like they love seeing me suffer.