dear girl that was just in the store with her boyfriend. what. are. you. doing. your boyfriend, first off, is wearing hospital pants & smells like urine. no, wait. not like urine. your boyfriend smells of urine. what are you doing? also, he dragged you in the store to make you look at blow him (away), & you sucked your teeth. so you aren't a catch yourself. but when you tried to look at (the lowdown on) going down he batted the book out of your hand & literally dragged you out of the store by your wrist. here is a clue about your life: it is a fucking mess. start fixing it by never talking to that cat again. there. i've done your important thinking for you.
dear thermostat. why the fuck are you spitting out heat?