fun!
Dear Halfy & Lobs:
I've yet to see you on campus this quarter. Halfy i miss seeing you rolling through campus on your wheely 2200. Lobs, I heard a vicious rumor that you had prosthetic fingers surgically added. I know denise and I are going to hell for naming you halfy, simply because you have no arms or legs, and I know it was worse to name your friend, with only an index and pointer finger, lobs. We were freshmen. Except our apologies but understand we find it too incredibly humorous to stop now.
Dear Dr. Carbone:
Your teaching style is to be commended. Its not every quarter that I find a teacher who can balance being a hardcore dyke and an extreme bitch, with such ease.
Dear Andrew:
Do you read this journal? I have this feeling that you lurk. I enjoy it.
Dear Prof Torres:
political science 107 will undoubtedly be the worst course of my life. you seem destined to make this quarter a living hell for me. thank you for that. ps: i saw you drive away in your 94 geo metro, perhaps thats why you are so scorned???
Dear Kris:
I love you. I am sorry i left my coat hanger out where you could use it. Goodbye little papi. :[ Abortions are the new black.
Dear Tyra Banks:
You are one fucked up bitch.