Letters

Dear Drivers of Utah,

My turn signal means that I want to get over and I'm letting you know I am about to change lanes. It is NOT a plea from me for you to speed up and not let me in.

Dear boys of Utah,

Please be more into sports. You make me feel like a dike when I am the only one that cares about game day.

Dear University of Texas,

No matter what happens I still love you but please don't make me so stressed by not playing like I know you can.

Dear mouth,

Please don't crave yummy sweets. Im trying to resist them.