V loves her friends [as a solitary tear trails down my unscarred cheek]

You don't look "106" anymore honey!
ALERT: NOT ME, NOT ME. This is Kristian sitting next to her.
In the words of astute Craigslist reader: "more on fire than a solar flare" Seriously, what a fucking faggot.

Really, and I'm not kidding, could you look any more dumpy? Are you carrying our baby? 2 knock-ups within six months would be pretty impressive for me, huh?

You need to start eating healthier, maybe exercise just a little. Take better care of yourself, ok? Your arms are as big as Mr. Poseur Chink's sitting next to you. I'm not sure though who that's more embarrassing for.

"I’m going visit his hometown this Christmas..." Is that right? Yeah too bad you can only get into Canada these days. That won't last long either.

Awww, love. You went all the way to Vancouver (not exactly Rio with Bojan, is it?) to go hiking and camping and give Kristian hand-jobs under the blankets. I bet you didn't have problems fisting his equipment. Seriously though, that letter is looking more and more pathetic day by day. I guess it really was to convince yourself. Because as everyone knows now, you didn't actually send it to me, now did you? How sad for you.

P.S. Love that tank, speed racer. Although, let me take that back--you know, there are no ugly clothes, just ugly people. So I guess we still have a problem.

P.P.S. In the uncropped version, check out the size of your head compared to everyone else. Do it, it's funny.

P.P.P.S. Still not smiling! Thanks for sparing us. Also, that's a really good strategy angling your face to (try to) conceal the scar. I guess it'll be profiles for the rest of your life. Do you talk to guys like that too, face slanted to the right? How about when you give head? Don't be bummed, it's not like you were pretty to begin with. Now you won't even bother wasting your time trying to work guys who look like me--you have NO chance. You can be more efficient, go after the Rob's, Tucker's, and Dave's of the world. Just like I told you last summer, when you called literally crying from New York about how no one ever asked you out--not even once. Go ahead and tell people you made that up--but it's me here.