I miss you. We had so much fun together. Come back to me and we can rekindle our lost romance. And I promise that this time around, I'll go to class and not lie to my professors, oh, and not cry to get a better grade, oh and one more thing, I'll figure out how to properly do a production possibilities frontier without cheating.
Dear Woman Outside of the Supreme Court with the "God hates America" sign,
I'm sure you felt really good about yourself after screaming "God hates fags" at me, while I was minding my own business on my walk to work this morning. I'm sure you felt really happy and like you had made a significant difference in this world. You should also feel really happy that I didn't turn around and kick you and/or punch you in the face. Because a) you ruined my commute and b) God "hating" fags is news to me. And while we're at it, you should be lucky I didn't call you a stupid cunt, while walking past you, but only because I'm sure God hates potty mouths.
Next time, take that stick out your ass and do something with that frizzy shit you call hair on the top of your head. And aviators are so last season and tie dye hasn't been in since 1965.
Dear Chubby girl with the new copper tones in her hair who didn't run this morning, because "oh. my. god. snow" eventhough you're from upstate NY,
Umm blueberry muffins and diet coke does not make a lunch and don't go thinking that the diet coke will negate the calories from the blueberry muffin. It doesn't.
Also, please don't let your flamingly liberal ideas on education get to your head subsequently putting thoughts of completely changing your life into your head. Just don't. Oh and stop thinking about spending more time and money at Lush
don't color your hair
don't get another tattoo
and do something about your cuticles.
Other than that I love you and you're perfect.