Dear American universities,
If you're going to charge exorbitant tuition for your often dubious services, please at least teach our young women how to formulate sentences without peppering them with likes and whatevers so I don't have to contemplate the joys of ritual suicide.
No love,
The woman whose patience is wearing thinner than ever
Also.
Dear idiot man-child,
Please stop playing your loud racing game on tour handheld while sitting next to me in one of the few benches in this station. The revving noise is making me peevish and the bloops are making me want to use your skin as a rug.
No love,
Me.
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