Dear Life:
Why the hell does Wilf’s advertise their nachos are made with homemade purple and gold chips, when all I was served after a 50 minute wait was a plate of black and gold chips for a meal that takes 5 minutes to make? My advice to Wilf’s: hire staff who know the meaning of prompt service, and if the nachos aren’t purple, change the goddamn menu accordingly.
Sincerely,
Hungry and Misled
Dear Life:
Why is it a requirement to drink all day during homecoming? Being hung over at 6 p.m. sucks.
Sincerely,
Pancake Keggers Are Not My Thing
Dear Life:
Why do people need to insult the way someone looks? I’m minding the huddle of friends calling a girl on Facebook a whale. Get over your cookie-cutter selves.
Sincerely,
Needing More Fat For the Winter
Dear Life:
Why do people sitting next to me in class think it’s polite when they wake me up? Power naps in class are just about my greatest joy in life.
Sincerely,
Can I Borrow Your Notes For the Midterm?
