Truth

The thoughts in my head in six bullet points:

• Seriously, are you really that dense?
• BACK THE HELL OFF OR ELSE I WILL CUT YOU. I SWEAR I CAN.
  
• I hate you, and your nonexistent efforts.
• For the sake of all things holy and sane, let's all skip into the 26th.
  
• Sir, can you give me a written exam instead? Pleaaase?
• Hey you, come home already. I miss you.
  

Because life is easier when we use lists. And when we tell the truth.