Stop sending my naughty pics to my dad

Goddammit k.cober@hotmail.com, I can't believe it's because of you that my mom was so close to having the talk with me tonight.

It's sad because my parents really don't even care. My dad took one look at the pictures before he deleted the email entirely. They're hardly even sure if one of the photos was of me at all.

And it's a cheap shot that the other picture would come from Winter Ball.

Stephanie took the photos for us to enjoy the night where we had fun with the bandies, and the bandies knew that Alvin was the nicest Mormon kid ever; it's unfair (mostly to Alvin) to send a picture of the two of us for my parents to think we were sluts.

Overall, your pictures did little to no harm, but the notion didn't come without such annoyance that my mother felt the obligation to tell me about it anyway. I had no idea before that you were sending emails to my daddy still, nonetheless regularly, and I suppose this was the event to lead to my awareness of such. I'm really tired, k.cober@hotmail.com, both physically and of your childishly melodramatic behaviour. My parents have too much trust in me to believe any of your superficial lies, and whatever half-assed truths you might think are contained in photographs. They know I'm a good kid, that I don't party, do drugs, drink, or do promiscuous things with boys. It's just too difficult to bend such an inflexible truth, even more so to prove it wrong.

I know you won't stop, but I'm asking you to. It'd benefit us both if you found an easier target, like someone who wears foundation (coughtammy). =]