I found this in an old journal, and it's obvious that I was pissed at the time, but now I think it's so funny:

"He tries to make conversation. He's sad about not being able to go to Taco Tuesday. He tells me to check my email and when I do it's this STUPID Christmas picture of all of these chicks with their tits hanging out and swinging back and forth, and "JINGLE BELLS" is the caption. FUCKING MORON, like I'd appreciate that! He asks if he "may" call me later. Sure, I say. He calls later, and has nothing to say. He's fucking LAME. I just don't care, I have no interest in him, and HE'S A HORRIBLE SPELLER!"

Hee!