I'll Fight For You and I'd Die For You; Can't Type For You, Won't Lie to You.

Dear Athena,

You are like a sister to me. And when I say sister, I don't mean, like, an actual sister, but I mean it like the way black people use it. Which is more meaningful I think.

Despite lofty aspirations and the noblest of intentions it appears I won't write you daily emails like I promised I would.

And I'm sorry. I'm working on it. I did google the cost of Chinese Rosetta Stone if that makes a difference.

But you know what being perfect is like...(see below--figure 1 and 2). I just can't do it if it's not amazing...

I've attached a photographic essay I found. You should really be more careful with your image on the internet.

I know its a poor replacement for communication buy if it helps I've thought of 10 or so midly ignorant racial comments while writing this. I omitted them cause I'm growing and I love you and I think the Chinese government has been reading our emails.

Example 1 Example 2

*compare and contrast for extra credit

Brooklyn (1987-2012) China (2012-??)

reviens a moi ma petite quenelle!

The Sunburnt Calf; The Laughing Cow

An Ode in Pictures

by Anonymous

Miss you, ho.

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