An Open Letter to Weird Al

Al,

Can I call you Al? I mean, we’ve been through so much these nearly 36 years now. I mean, I’ve shared all 35 of my birthdays with you. I think I should be able to skip the formalities at this point. Besides, you’ve been recording for my entire life. You aren’t Weird, you are just the Al I’ve always known and loved.

That is, until recently. You see, I assumed that even though I’ve pointed out our shared date of birth on multiple occasions, I’ve somehow flown under your radar. At least Think Geek noticed.

And then you did this:

So maybe it IS just a coincidence that you went and threw a birthday party for my favorite pony. Have you seen my socks?


And then you did this

Really, Al? You had to call me out like that? Oh don’t think I didn’t notice. Kim Kardasian’s birthday is two days prior to yours and mine. That’s a completely different zodiac sign.

No, you aren’t Weird to me. Not anymore. Now you’re Passive Aggressive Al.

Your “lame” fan,

Jennifer

PS. I still bought your album (Congrats on being #1)

PPS. You could totally make it up to me. My darling husband has some ideas to get our readers involved.

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