[lily.]

Dear Matt

I don't really know how to tell you this, but our socks don't match. I think I realized it when I finally changed my underwear at the mental hospital and I saw you pour syrup on my boyfriend . I'm sure you're high enough to understand that your driving sucks. I'm returning your toe ring to you, but I'll keep the results of that blood-sample as a memory. You should also know that I told my psychiatrist about the bruises and I'm scratching my ass as you read this.

Best of luck on the sex change
Linda