Listening to:
iTunes on random.

Dear International Center,
I can't wait until tomorrow. Can't you just tell me now whether I get to go on exchange or not? I promise not to tell.
Here's a nice twenty. Think about it.
Emily Rothwell

Dear Killing In The Name Of:
My favourite part is the little "uhn" at 1:17. That's the best part of the whole song. Even better than the excessive swearing. Although that's nice, too.
Kisses,
Emily

Dear Boy X,
I love you and want to have your babies.
Never stop talking to me. Your voice is like a warm wool blanket.
Call me on the phone tonight.
Emily

Dear Crack in my Wall,
Are you getting bigger? Who said you could get bigger? Look, I already have to put up with the cold and the noise of the shower, I don't want to have to think about the possibility that my wall could fall apart. I mean, Matt in the next house over is cool and all, but I don't really want to be his roommate.
Watch yourself,
Em

Dear Caitlin,
Your present is half ready.
Please stand by your mailbox and await further instructions.
Rock on,
E.

Dearest CD burner,
I still love you. I know I said I didn't when you ruined that mix you were making, but I do. We are made for each other, you and I. Plus, I have a whole bunch of mixes ready to send my kids in Montreal and Toronto, so let's just put this all behind us, huh? What do you say?
Forever, your
Emily

Dear mummy,
I miss you. It's cold here, and I think I left my toothbrush at home. I need a hug.
Your baby,
Emily

Dear Internet,
You used to be so cool. What happened?
Later, you square.
E.

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