that I would totally mail if I could:
Thank you for allowing me to make playlists on the go. Falling asleep to the Harry Potter soundtrack was just what I needed last night to unwind and finally, finally go to sleep. I am just so glad I didn't have to fire up the ol' laptop just to make a playlist.
I hope you are doing well and that you like your new snakebite green case.
Dear Macroeconomics Textbook,
We just couldn't get rid of each other, could we? It was so promising, back in freshman year when we first met. But things got tense, and I fled. I'm sorry, but it was necessary.
Our relationship rekindled over the summer, for better or for worse. Each day I devoted a precious hour to you. I think the therapy was helpful.
And then sophomore year began, and it was like a fresh beginning. It was wonderful.
But when it was time to take that final exam, I guess you couldn't let go. You told the professor to reschedule the exam, didn't you? You knew I'd be forced to take the make-up exam next semester, extending our time together over the winter break.
My dear, it is finally time we part. I took my exam yesterday, and quite frankly, I don't need you anymore.
Can you please
stop making that noise? You aren't even set for the coldest temperature. It should not be that exhausting or energy-exerting. Plus, I've recently become super-sensitive to light and noise whilst sleeping.
To put it simply: I really don't want to deal with you now.
p.s. I feel like the next time I open the freezer, a ton of water is going to gush out at me. Can you look into this? Much appreciated.
I'm sorry I subjected you to such abuse yesterday. It's just that the party was tropical-themed, and everyone was wearing flip-flops and I was just too lazy to bring an extra pair of socks and boots. The walk to the party wasn't too bad, right? Just a little chilly. How was I supposed to know it was going to snow later on, and we'd have to walk 6 blocks in the freezing cold back to warmth?
I'll bring my Uggs next time. Promise.
Dear Sandra Bullock,
Why is your son Louis the cutest thing in the world
No, but actually. Why?
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