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.
A

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.