Dear John Mayer,
Your body may be a wonderland, but your hair is a disaster.
Love,
L
Dear Pelliroja,
Happy one-year anniversary! I can still smell the smoke...
Love,
L
Dear Snowflakes,
Stick, dangit!
Love,
L
Dear Antonella Barba,
I'm not sure who you slept with in order to make it onto American Idol, but I hoped you thanked him.
Love,
L
Friday, February 16, 2007
INDIFFERENT
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