I wrote my parents a letter, (which is posted below), to tell them the consequences of reading my blog. Here is the response I got…
When did we say we would buy you a Cadillac? I don't remember that. Dad's new antidepressant is really good, he thinks by hooking you mean you've taken up fishing. I don't want to disillusion him. But I am begging you to stop spending your hooking money on drugs. Your tuition is killing us and if you can make enough money for drugs by turning tricks then you can certainly manage to pay for your own books. Or at least your own shoes. If people don't have kids to entertain themselves then what is the purpose? I don't see why we can't read your blog. We know you're a good girl and just making up all this sh*t.
P.S. You don't have to call around to find your underwear, we'll buy you a new pair. Just make sure it covers something.
P.P.S. Did you say you have a hook-up for erectile stimulants?
By the way, my mom doesn't cuss, so that last sh*t at the end came from the heart...