v.1 (Yiddish) to complain
To the lovely ladies of UNC: Think you can let go of the boots and heels in Davis during finals? Sincerely, all of us who hate hearing you from a couple hundred yards away.
To the person in mittens I passed while riding my bike in shorts: One of us was indeed wrong. It was cold.
To the girl in a tree: The view from the treetops was probably better than the one I had of your crack.
If the world is ending on Dec. 21, is this the last kvetch board?
How many interesting looking things do I have to do in highly visible locations to get Oh Hey’d at?
To my resident who refilled the safer-sex supplies with packets of Welch’s Grape Jelly: I really hope that’s not your idea of flavored lube.
It doesn’t matter how quickly you darken your computer screen, it won’t change that everyone sitting behind you in the lecture hall saw naked ass on your Tumblr.
To the guy who got on the Davis elevator with me, looked me in the eye, pressed the button for the eighth floor and winked: No.