There is this girl who sits in front of me in class. I will not tell you what sorority she’s in, but if you go to my school, then you’d know immediately. Blonde curly hair. I’m sure it’s obvious now. Anyway, Miss Curly Blonde has not spoken to me, looked at me or even breathed in my direction. Today, I walk in with my letters and all of a sudden, I’m king of the world and she’s asking me questions about my classes and flipping her hair.
Dem bitches love my letters.
