taken from Marcia

Dear Manders.
I don't really know how to tell you this, but you're a pervert. I think I realized it that night in your closet and I saw you sit at my mustard soufflé. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand how awful I felt. I'm returning your love letters to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory. You should also know that I never openly mocked to hate the Boston Celtics.
Go Burn,
-Cha-
( Read more... )