Dear Risa,

The first time I met you I thought you were awesome....the second time, not so much. I was jealous. Regardless, I never would have thought we'd end up being as close friends as we are now. I'm glad I can be a crazy idiot with you. And I'm glad you don't judge anything I do, and I've never had to explain myself to you. I don't even think you having a boyfriend now is going to change anything, because you're still the fucking insane girl I love. We completely just get each other and I feel like I can talk to you about anything, even though I've only known you a few months. You're really great and I can't wait for the crazy antics we're going to get into this year.

Love,

Me

Dear Serena,

Security cameras? Monitoring software? Seriously? We were completely in the right to call you a bitch. Do you really expect to leave 3 college students alone in your office for a month and have us all do your work diligently without goofing off? You're a fucking nut job. At least you still (claim) you'll send me my work. But explain the whole "Alisa drank my whiskey but she didn't chat online, so she can stay" garbage. I don't get it. Despite what you may say, I'm still a good person and still deserve to have my hard work recognized. And I'm going to make sure to warn people on Craigslist about you. You run a company without any full-time employees...two women and a handful of interns WHO WORK FOR FREE...I think you can afford for them to go on Facebook once in awhile.

From,
-Me.