I have never been so wondrously challenged as a writer. This semester is going to produce great things.

I am sometimes overcome by the urge to revolt to the middle-school treatment of fallen friendships. I may start a rumor about your bathing habits and what you do with boys in the backseats of cars. Please don't take it personally. (oh, but you will)

Thank heaven for completely platonic relationships with members of the opposite sex. Without these I would wither.