Dear Hickey On My Neck,
Sixth grade called, it wants you back.
Also, way to show up on the day when I had to sit on a panel and have 200 prospective students ask me about grad school. Cool.
You Suck, But The Good Kind Of Sucking.
P.S. Dear Multiple O's from rendevous leading to said hickey, ooo0000OOOOOOOOOO!!! Thank You God. And thank you for turning my brain to mush.