Dear Kevin,

I hate you too. No, I don't. I don't even know how I'd survive junior year without venting to you. I really care about you, not in any romantic kind of way, but in a Clarissa to Richard kind of way, where I'm the complacently domesticized lesbian with a happy family, and you're my talented, sadpanda gay best friend who's dying of AIDS. (How many times have I used this analogy?) I'm really sorry your message went to waste but I was really crazy, fucked up impulsive last night. Thanks for helping.

Sincerely, 

Stacey

PS, I don't even know if you read my blog.