Dear W.J.I.L. Crew,
Hi, I'm Angie. I have a problem. I don't know what my problem is. That's the problem. I don't know what it is. Does that make sense? Damn this written communication, it doesn't allow for emphasis and vocal tone. II'll try it this way, a problem exists, and that problem is that I don't know what my problem is. So, you see I know what my problem is, it's that I don't know what my prob...oh, haha, guess I solved it myself. Well, I'll send this anyway, because I want you to fall in love with me in a weird sort of romantic comedy film plot. Like Dolly Parton in that one radio movie she made in the 80s.
You are insane. That is our professional diagnosis. And, if you ever use an acronym for WHAT JAIL IS LIKE again, we will kill you. Thanks.
The WHAT JAIL IS LIKE guys