Dear Barack,
My name is Layne Hilton. I want to work for you. I am very good at making binders and sorting through documents. You rock my world. Every time you speak, I shout and raise my hands in the air in my petite crackden studio apartment in Spanish Harlem. You are my valentine (I've even picked out the E-Card I plan on awkwardly sending you). Please give me a job. I would make a very good personal assistant. Just think about it. I'll even let you stay at my parents' bed and breakfast FOR FREE if you give me a job. I think it's a win/win - you get a dedicated personal assistant AND a free room in New Orleans. Think about it.
Love you,
Layne
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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