Dear guy I'm interning for,

I want to bone you. More specifically, I want you to bone me. Yesterday I wanted you to buy me a shot of jose and bone me on your desk. And now today I think I actually like your personality (a feat upon itself). This building over time thing is going to make me jump you by the end of the semester which is NOT good. But so good. So every day when you wink at me or touch me on my side when I leave...know that I take it there. And then I think about it later (gross). But seriously, isn't the lottery ticket and the diet coke you bought me for valentine's day mean true love even though I've only been interning for a week mean true love?

I love you and you love your girlfriend,
Homegirl.