Dear girl who paces back and forth down our hall talking on the phone,

I now know that you got him Call of Duty for Christmas and yes, it's now facebook official. As much as I enjoy hearing your nails-on-a-chalkboard conversations fading in and out as you repeatedly walk past my room, I need you to stop. It's getting a little bit out of control, and I can no longer successfully slam my door in a passive aggressive manner as you walk by because of the copious amounts of wrapping paper and other Christmas decorations on it that are hindering its maximum slamming ability. So please, do every single girl who has complained about you on this floor a favor and stick to annoying only your roommate as you talk for (literally) hours on end.

Very sincerely,
Katie

PS- Dee called on the random communal phone across from my door, and she says her recital is tomorrow.