Saturday, January 16, 2010

The following handwritten letter was found crumpled up on the snow-covered steps of McKinley Hall:

Dear Lisa,

Hey girl, can you believe it’s the year 2010? Wow, I can still remember the first time I snuck into your room, rifled through your underwear drawer and put your silk panties to my face and deeply breathed them in like some kind of intoxicating aroma of forbidden sapphic desire. Wha? Huh? What was I saying? Oh yeah, I haven’t seen you since that restraining order expired and I’ve been meaning to ask you if it’s a good idea to continue hardcore tanning three times a week and skin-bleaching twice a week. Because like I’m totally getting spotty results. Maybe it’s that macramé one-piece bathing suit I never take off. Oh I don’t know, maybe it’s just my checkered past.

Hey tell that boner dickhead named Fellatio that he can blow me,

Kristin

Song of the Day:

Black Flag, “You’re Not Evil”

1 comment:

One Particular Fish said...

these are the most interesting and hilarious post I have ever read! 'Kristin' you have a truely wonderful talent there. If you have the time it would be great if you could write me a letter too.