Are you there God? It's me, Kelly.....

Are you there God? It's me, Kelly.
I am so scared God. I am afraid that I will be punished for killing so many mice. I have already noticed that my luck is changing. Have you been listening to the Buddhists? I had to kill the mice God, I was afraid they would climb in my bed when I was sleeping. I know that you have helped me in past. In 6th grade, the "I must, I must, I must increase my bust" thing REALLY worked. (And I mean Really!) I am hoping that you will give me a break. I will try not to kill any more mice. Maybe you could tell them to stop coming in my house, or if they do, to keep a low profile. Or, you could cure my fear of mice and all the nasty germs they carry. I have noticed that my bowling game is slipping, my bra is too tight, I have tripped in public on at least 3 occasions, and I actually had a bad hair day this weekend. That was when I knew I was in trouble. Please, don't take my fabulous hair from me, or my breasts. I am trying to be a good girl God. I really am. I have to go now, and Google information about mice, to see if I can alleviate some of my fear. I also have to investigate a cute bus driver I saw in Syracuse over the weekend. I know, I have a Google gift. There are few in the world who could track a random driver via Google, but I can! Thanks for listening God! Thanks for my breasts, and I hope, my continued success with my hair. I will try to be kind to the mice.
Sincerely,
Kelly