Meet my son, Agador Aspartagus

by marinashifrin

In the fourth installment of The Dear Diaries I still struggle with the spelling of tired and find a way to ensure neither of my metaphorical children will ever have sex. P.S. The best part is the P.S.

Dear Marina,

It’s t-i-r-e-d not t-i-e-r-d.



P.S. You get an A on your career report.