I'm Writing A Letter

Dear God,
oooooHi, it's Genevieve. I know we haven't written in a while, but in your last letter you menioned a few natural disasters you were going to be proccupied with, so i let you off for a little while. But it has come to my attention that you have, yet again, made an aggregious error in your Life and Death department. I'm sorry to sound so formal, I know you and I are old friends and we've been writing these letters for some time, but I feel it necessary to give this matter the respect it deserves.
ooooo I really liked Ute Winston. She was probably my favorite teacher since Rutsky, and most likely one of the best I've ever had. She was a wonderful person, and always made us laugh, not to mention a self-declared and student-supported bad ass. We joked about her, we trusted her with our essays. She understood things like specificity, creativity, details and open-ended quesitons. She always smiled, put people in their place, taught great history and always managed to make everyone speak. She was a great teacher, and I wanted her to be my gramma. She was our own little German grandmother and we loved her- masturbation jokes and all.
ooooo I don't understand your reasoning in allowing her to die. I understand that she was old, but I thought I took priority here? I thought that when it came to me, you promised you wouldn't take any more people I liked before I said I was okay with it? We had this discussion God, we talked about it, and I want you to know that this is not fucking cool. This is not okay with me and fuck formality but this is really taking it too far. This whole high-and-mighty routine is getting old, especially when you just arbitrarily decide that you are going to take friends, principals, and good teachers away from this world. You said you would check with me! You said you would call! But no, the letters stopped, your number got disconnected, and now you let Ute Winston die? And you gave us another teacher whose nickname is "Douchebag Dokee?" You can't replace her! And you can't make half of my dorm cry, including me and all my close friends, and make me recieve the news while the tornado siren is going off and the whole world explodes.
ooooo I don't give a damn about natural disasters! Fuck hunger and poverty and earthquakes and adoption and car bombs and a war and gas prices and corruption! I take priority! You can't ignore me forever! You can't take anyone else! You promised you wouldn't do it again, and you went and did it anyway.
ooooo I'm sorry to break from formality, but please try to write back as soon as possible. It's been nearly a year since we talked, and I keep writing. I've enclosed a few stamps this time, in case you've run out of stamps. And some extra paper and an envelope or two. I also dropped in a pencil and a pen, just in case you don't have one. I put my dorm phone number, and Ryan's cell if you want to call. But I'm here most of the time, so just please write back. Or something. I just want you to answer.
ooooo Maybe you ran out of stamps.

Sincerely Yours,
Genevieve