July 7, 2009
I'm going to have to ask you all to stop writing about unrequited love. People are just skipping over those entries and scanning the rest for hints of sexual perversion, deep dark secrets involving your seventh grade gym teacher slash field hockey coach, or cataloguing of just how many marshmallows you were able to cram into your mouth before you almost choked to death but refused to go to the hospital because x-rays would reveal that your mouth wasn't the only place you'd crammed them. Spare us the "He doesn't love me" pap. Give the filthy people what they want.