dear cramps:
i hate you, plz die.
no love,
tracy
dear iced venti nonfat no-whip white mocha,
i am coming for you very soon, bb! \o/
enthusiastically,
tracy!
dear travie,
ilu. i am on TEAM YOU. *heart hands*
"so fragile we are, we just don't show it."
♥,
tracy
dear pete,
you will always be my favorite.
"you know what? you call my friend a “n_gger”, i dont even give a fuck what happens to you. i dont want to see you in this scene. i dont want to see you at shows. you are who we write songs about. you are who we think about when we hate. radiohead, karma police over and over again in my head.
what a joke.
you are fucking pathetic and anyone that disagrees should put their white hood on too. i dont want your ticket money. i dont want your cd sales. id rather be poor and unknown.
i am angrier than i have been in a long time. hate upon hate upon hate.
thank god for my friends."
seriously, love upon love upon love,
tracy
and, to end on a lighter note:
dearest david cook,
i love you for your music, i swear. and your intelligence and wit and kind heart and all of those things.
but right now, i'm just going to stare at your ass.
click for bigger!if only life worked that way, iykwim, eh?!
*grabby hands*,
t. xo