Before I begin my next installment in my OSTERMAN Rant, I would like to stress something: *I* have done NOTHING wrong here. I’ve done nothing illegal, I’ve committed no crime and the Ostermans? They don’t…Continue Reading
Author: Brianne
“It was a moment of stupidity at your expense. Something I regret and I can never take back. If I could, I would. I am very sorry. It was not an accident, it was a…Continue Reading
Do you know this family? This warped and wicked, sick and twisted, crooked and cracked, lopsided excuse for a family? These are the OSTERMANS and I don’t know what they’ve been smoking, but they…Continue Reading
Hello, boys and girls, it’s me again! Miss Brianne Sloan of St. Augustine, Florida! GREETINGS FROM THE SUNSHINE STATE . . . that is, if we can still call it that. Writing this missive…Continue Reading
YOOOOO HOOOO! Caitlynnnnn!!! GIRLFRIEND! I am so excited to finally be writing you, you gorgeous thing! For years I have watched you! Looked up to you! Believed in you in every way! To me,…Continue Reading
Buongiorno, Fabio! I’m Brianne. Oh, Fabio! Fabio! Fabio! I am frightened to even write this, I must admit! What could I possibly say to make myself stand out from the hoards of chambermaids and healthy…Continue Reading
Hi out there, Steve Burns! It’s me, Bri! MAIL TIME! MAIL TIME! MAAAAAAAAIIIIIL TIIIIIIIIIIIME! If you want to dance and bop around and wag your tail and all that, you may well get it…Continue Reading
Aloha, Ellen! Ellen! Oh, Ellen! Usually when I write people I don’t know, I like to keep it formal: I use “Mr.”/ “Ms.”/ ”Mrs.” as much as I possibly can, just to stay on…Continue Reading
Hello, Jeffrey Seaman! Rooms to Go. Rooms to Go. Rooms to Go. Ahhhhh, Rooms to Go! It’s your baby, Mr. Seaman and what a baby it is! Brightly colored signs and beautiful showrooms! Well…Continue Reading
My Darling Barry Manilow~ I love you! You may not believe this, but I have been a closet Fanilow since early high school! Even in the face of the late nineties and the Can’t…Continue Reading