Dear Girls Above Me,

“He thought I was being all romantic, but I was just checking out my hair in his sunglasses.” Are you sure he wasn’t blind?

Dear Girls Above Me,

“So this is fiction or non fiction? I’m confused, why can’t we just say real life or fake life?” Okay, Harry Potter is fake life.

Dear Girls Above Me,

Thanks for leaving on the DVD menu to ’27 Dresses’ while you’re out of town. I’ve been meaning to listen to that loop 5,473 times.

Dear Girls Above Me,

“I love Thanksgiving food so much, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m afraid of the poo that comes after it.” QUIETLY let your fears go.

Dear Girls Above Me,

I know you “like seriously love black people movies,” but that doesn’t make you “practically besties with Precious.”