Dear Uncle: thanks for randomly bringing me a home-cooked meal from across the city; this is why I love my family.
Dear Sister: Just because you are in a bad mood doesn't mean you shouldn't talk to me when I call; I miss you all so much, and sometimes I just need to hear your voices so I can go on with my day.
Dear Landlord: if i slip and fall in that treacherous tundra of a backyard, you better hope I die, else you'll be minding me for the rest of your life. Also, a basic DSL internet connection for 3 university students to share simply isn't good enough. Pull up your socks, else I see the Tenants' Board in your future.
Dear Falz: thanks for being honest with me, and for having the guts to come tell me what you did. That is a kind of friendship you rarely see these days; I am most grateful to have you as a friend.
Dear Bob and Tron: thanks for the good memories, and here's to many more to come. I'll really miss you kids when I leave.
Dear Schneider's: your "special jumbo hotdogs" taste like soecial jumbo lumps of turd; just sayin'.
Dear Dr. Dre/ Eminem haters: suck on this! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VA770wpLX-Q
Dear Heart: why must you be so difficult? Brain really has the best intentions for us, so you should listen to him once in a while, and learn from your past mistakes.
Dear James Franco: I see you were in Pineapple Express mode for the Oscars; good stuff :P
Dear Gaddaffi: no, your people do not love you. No, the protesters weren't only outsiders. Time for you to take a queue, dude. Oppressive regimes in the Middle East are on the way out.
Dear Shakira: quit playing games; you know you want me, and I you. Let's get Loca!
Dear West Indies cricket team management: on behalf of all fans, let me just say, we hate you.
Dear "Ex-whatever": I know you're busy, but a little politeness wouldn't kill you; I'm not a dog
Dear GGRC45: This is a C-level university course at UTSC; I think I'd like a little more intellectual edification than varying definitions of 'globalization' which I can get off Wikipedia.
Dear Winter: enough, already. It's March. Seriously.
Dear Sleep: baby, I know these days we haven't seen much of each other. These damn profs just have no mind for us; but don't worry, I know we will overcome, we'll be spending some quality time real soon!!
With Lots of Love/Hate/Disdain/Longing/*insert emotional extreme here*
Professor M.
Dear Sister: Just because you are in a bad mood doesn't mean you shouldn't talk to me when I call; I miss you all so much, and sometimes I just need to hear your voices so I can go on with my day.
Dear Landlord: if i slip and fall in that treacherous tundra of a backyard, you better hope I die, else you'll be minding me for the rest of your life. Also, a basic DSL internet connection for 3 university students to share simply isn't good enough. Pull up your socks, else I see the Tenants' Board in your future.
Dear Falz: thanks for being honest with me, and for having the guts to come tell me what you did. That is a kind of friendship you rarely see these days; I am most grateful to have you as a friend.
Dear Bob and Tron: thanks for the good memories, and here's to many more to come. I'll really miss you kids when I leave.
Dear Schneider's: your "special jumbo hotdogs" taste like soecial jumbo lumps of turd; just sayin'.
Dear Dr. Dre/ Eminem haters: suck on this! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VA770wpLX-Q
Dear Heart: why must you be so difficult? Brain really has the best intentions for us, so you should listen to him once in a while, and learn from your past mistakes.
Dear James Franco: I see you were in Pineapple Express mode for the Oscars; good stuff :P
Dear Gaddaffi: no, your people do not love you. No, the protesters weren't only outsiders. Time for you to take a queue, dude. Oppressive regimes in the Middle East are on the way out.
Dear Shakira: quit playing games; you know you want me, and I you. Let's get Loca!
Dear West Indies cricket team management: on behalf of all fans, let me just say, we hate you.
Dear "Ex-whatever": I know you're busy, but a little politeness wouldn't kill you; I'm not a dog
Dear GGRC45: This is a C-level university course at UTSC; I think I'd like a little more intellectual edification than varying definitions of 'globalization' which I can get off Wikipedia.
Dear Winter: enough, already. It's March. Seriously.
Dear Sleep: baby, I know these days we haven't seen much of each other. These damn profs just have no mind for us; but don't worry, I know we will overcome, we'll be spending some quality time real soon!!
With Lots of Love/Hate/Disdain/Longing/*insert emotional extreme here*
Professor M.
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