Apr 29, 2007 00:34
dear sutton place,
thank you for taking 24 out of my last 64 hours of life and running me as hard as possible and playing me clearly not enough money to do so.
dear legs,
please stop dying and not be in excruciating pain for 2 seconds so i can walk.
dear the college board,
please make my SAT as easy as possible, and someone allow me to write an amazing essay in the time it takes me to think of a thesis statement.
dear parental units,
please stop being such idiots and let me drive the car. i don't want my birthday to happen, i just want to turn 17 and not think twice about it.
dear boys of the universe,
please be normal and not phyco and obsessive and controlling.