dear dad, next time you are about to open my door to tell me to turn my music down, i want you to step away from the door, turn around, and go back to wherever you came from.....and i love you
dear mrs. coughlin, although you have enriched my knowledge and understanding of modern and past day literature, given me my crazy awesome paper writing skills, and taught me how to form a well developed plot in
a narrative......i hate you
dear machetimoses, you're concert kicked ass.....even though i will be sore for the next week
dear god, thank you for making me boy....like seriously.....thank you
dear kings of leon, your song charmer would be like the best song ever if the singer didn't randomly scream in the middle of it......wttf?