Dear Luna, Hidratia, Rosa, Thorn and all the other voices, people, adn animals in my head,
Please turn the jukebox down when I'm in the middle of class. I can't hear the teacher over the sound of Boulevard of Broken dreams. ANd you all know I love that song. Bu... int he middle of class?! Really? Not cool! It may be nice to listen to Viva La Vida when I'm in math, but it goes something like this for me: Right, so ten times the numerator... divided by the square root of the denominator... on pillars of salt... pillars of sand... i hear... wait... where was I? That's it. htat's what it sounds like to me.
~Your host,
Rose.
Dear Hidratia,
...Please stop drooling on the couch. I mean it.
~Rose