i don't *just* love you...

I found this message stapled to my bulletin board at the end of 5th hour today. For those of you who don't read quasi-graffiti script it reads "I Freaking Love You." Not sure exactly who or what it's directed towards, but I do have an idea who left it. And you know what? I freaking love him too.

(But in an entirely appropriate way, of course. Any perviness gleamed from the above statement is wholly your pessimistic invention, buster...)