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I read Becca Rom's journal, and i really like the idea of her writng letters to various rock stars, and telling them what to do. I am now going to do the same thing, except with people i know.
Dear Becca Banginthal,
please go out with Ethan Leight, so then you can go on double dates with your sister. I know he's your boy and all, but it would just be too perfect, and the ages match up. Please take it into consideration. Also, should i be kicking myself for not sticking around for that Smith Party?
Dear Grace,
i forget what your last name is, but I know that you're tall, blonde, and a freshman. Please tell me what your last name is. I would love to know.
Dear The Incredibles,
Please come over my house so i can watch you. I saw robots, which was kind of shitty, and when you were out in theatres, I just didn't get around to seeing you. And I don't want to pay for seeing you, so please be at the library or something.
Dear Cookie Break,
things aren't doing so well. We really need to practice if we want to be in Battle of the Bands. The deadline is closing in, and we need to get our shit together now, or breakup. I don't care if we break up afterwards, but let's try to stick this one out.
Dear Caitlin Clarke,
please transfer to NHS. Deerfield is full of preppy suckas, and you shouldn't be fraternizing with them. I think your presence would be much more appreciated here.
Dear Catrin,
please eat more food. I am worried about you. You are too skinny.
Dear Myself,
please make things up with Maddie, and stop being such a fucker. Also get sleep at the right time, because it sucks to have a whacky sleep schedule. Also, go to more Smith parties. Also eat more food. You are too skinny.
Dear The Superfriends,
I know that like nobody knows who you are yet, but they will see in due time. And they will be shocked and awed.
I think it's better when i write at night, and not in the afternoon. I'm kind of tired right now, after almost going to a raging smith partylast night. Abby, I hope you find your shoe. It would be a shame for it to go missing. I have to go to a lame-o church thing right now. Stand strong, playas.
Dear Becca Banginthal,
please go out with Ethan Leight, so then you can go on double dates with your sister. I know he's your boy and all, but it would just be too perfect, and the ages match up. Please take it into consideration. Also, should i be kicking myself for not sticking around for that Smith Party?
Dear Grace,
i forget what your last name is, but I know that you're tall, blonde, and a freshman. Please tell me what your last name is. I would love to know.
Dear The Incredibles,
Please come over my house so i can watch you. I saw robots, which was kind of shitty, and when you were out in theatres, I just didn't get around to seeing you. And I don't want to pay for seeing you, so please be at the library or something.
Dear Cookie Break,
things aren't doing so well. We really need to practice if we want to be in Battle of the Bands. The deadline is closing in, and we need to get our shit together now, or breakup. I don't care if we break up afterwards, but let's try to stick this one out.
Dear Caitlin Clarke,
please transfer to NHS. Deerfield is full of preppy suckas, and you shouldn't be fraternizing with them. I think your presence would be much more appreciated here.
Dear Catrin,
please eat more food. I am worried about you. You are too skinny.
Dear Myself,
please make things up with Maddie, and stop being such a fucker. Also get sleep at the right time, because it sucks to have a whacky sleep schedule. Also, go to more Smith parties. Also eat more food. You are too skinny.
Dear The Superfriends,
I know that like nobody knows who you are yet, but they will see in due time. And they will be shocked and awed.
I think it's better when i write at night, and not in the afternoon. I'm kind of tired right now, after almost going to a raging smith partylast night. Abby, I hope you find your shoe. It would be a shame for it to go missing. I have to go to a lame-o church thing right now. Stand strong, playas.