Monday, 9:18 p.m.
Booo! Rings, you don’t have Verizon and I sent you a long, awesome message that you only got the first 160 characters of :( You should
fix that! Thanks!
Saturday, 3:43 p.m.
I just wanted to let you know that we just got flashed at the Commons. Um... yeah. Don’t know what to say about that.
Saturday, 9:16 p.m.
Ugh... RIT Rings, I just had a heavy night partying.
It’s like 7 something in the morning and all I can hear are [jumbo] geese outside [flippin’] honking their [lovin’] honkers. Could you please tell them to stop before I puke everywhere? [Lovely] geese.
Saturday, 4:49 p.m.
Pro tip: Don’t date CS majors, you’ll lose them to their computers. Date the SE majors:
They shower, are way cuter, and they will care about you. <3
Saturday, 1:16 a.m.
RIT Rings, I just want to let you know that I play techno music every Thursday because that is the beginning of my weekend and I’m a Photo major and it is a real major as opposed to what people said about me in Rings last week.
Friday, 3:36 a.m.
Now that Rings can get text messages I should reprogram my friend’s phone to send his tweets to you instead of Twitter...
I’m tired of reading them.
Friday, 2:06 p.m.
80085!!!! I mean BOOBS!!!!
Monday, 6:23 p.m.
Rings, help! I need a ride to Toronto for a rave. I swear I’ll give you gas money. I’ll give you all the hookers you can eat.
Please, Rings, help!
Sunday, 1:03 a.m.
I’m in Park Point right now and I hear my hot neighbor going at it hardcore. God, that headboard’s banging. She’s so loud.
Don’t stop! Woops, that didn’t sound good...