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[bodldops]

Dear In-patient Of Mine:
I really don't like you. I don't. I'm still going to do the best I can for you, as evidenced by how I almost force-fed you an entire can of A/D by making little meatballs and stuffing them in your massive maw, but I don't like you.
Please go home tomorrow.
No love,
Me
PS: Don't you dare bloat. Seriously.

Dear Classmate Of Mine:
Bite. Me.
No, your jokes about my weight seriously weren't funny. Yes, I know you're one of the beautiful people, and I'll never be one of the beautiful people, but you suck so freaking hard.
No love (at all),
Me.

Dear Owners of In-Patient of Mine:
... For your sakes, I really do hope this dog gets better. It's going to devastate you when she's gone, won't it?
Sadly,
Me.

Dear Certain Faculty Person:
You? Also aren't funny.
Exasperatedly,
Me.

Dear Roommate and Roommate's Friend:
You guys are made of win. And the spaghetti is fabulous, darlings.
Giddy from exhaustion,
Me.

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[texaspsychosis.livejournal.com]

I <3 your letters.
:D

I love ya sis!