hey crazy lady.

please.
i understand something very complicated is going on with your scholarship that is preventing you from submitting the necessary materials online.
i understand that you're trying really hard to get a date.
i understand that you don't have time to babysit this weekend or any weekend.
i understand your roommates hate you because you turn down the heat in your apartment and they don't like it cold, and because you tell them to go in another room when they're watching a movie because you're trying to do homework, and because you're never home because they yell at you no matter what you do.
trust me.
i understand that you're stressed.
but please,
don't make the rest of us who are sitting on the library computers feel awkward by indirectly telling us all of this.
if you're going to make a personal phone call to someone with whom you feel comfortable talking very shrilly about every stressor in your life, and if you intend to break down into tears at least once in the course of the conversation,
please,
do it somewhere else.
because we sure as heck feel super weird right now.

thank you.

don't carry it all -- the decemberists

this is why we fight -- the decemberists

dear avery -- the decemberists