Word for Word...
The messages found in the back of my high school yearbooks. Oh, how I miss the days when an impending Student Council election topped my list of stresses.

“i thInk i am goIng to Invert the capItalIzatIon of my I’s to dIsagree wIth your OCD tendencIes. What am I goIng to do wIth you?” J@red ForIsha, 2000

“Have fun at Mizzou. Why are you going there, anyway? I’m sure you’re gonna miss geography bunches. And I’m sure Mr. Fenney is gonna miss checking you out every single day of the school year. You got good grades cause he wanted to have sex with you. P.S. Your car kicks ass.” Bry@n Fischer, 2000

“I still remember the night we ate TCBY for hours. I can’t believe you ate the 12 cups of yogurt.” Jon@than King, 2000

“Wow, its finally over. I’m reminiscing to the day when we used to stalk that one kid, play volleyball with the drunken gangsta folk...” Tim F!ynn, 1999

“What are you doing this summer? I am going to church camp (major babes). I got to get a tan. I am so white.” Taylor Br0oks, 1997

(For the record, I don't remember stalking that "one kid", but I guess it was a long time ago.)