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Mark Zuckerberg applied Early Decision to Harvard. He didn’t bother to apply anywhere else. It was the school he wanted to attend, so that’s where he’d go. He got his acceptance letter in January and didn’t give it another thought until late February, when he received an almost offensively bright letter in the mail.
Apparently Harvard was taking part in an experiment that forced it’s future attendees to write to each other before meeting. Presumably to reduce the amount of transfer requests it got in the Fall, Mark assumed. His future roommate’s name was Dustin Moskovitz. Mark was distracted for a moment by the idea of a program designed to put kids with Jewish sounding names together, but decided to avoid hacking into his college at least until he was officially a student. 
He tossed the letter onto a pile of mail on his desk and returned to his computer, deciding not to do anything about it. If this Dustin guy wanted to get to know him, he could write Mark first. Besides, like hell was he going to listen to something written in comic sans. 
A week later when he walks into his house he’s almost knocked down by one of his sister. She’s waving an envelope in Mark’s face and shrieking something about ‘secret admirers’ at him. By the time he gets the stupid thing away from her it’s wrinkled, but he can still see a dopey-looking dinosaur grinning up at him.
“Dear Mark (Marky-Mark?),
Hi! My name is Dustin, we’re going to be roommates! Isn’t this exciting!? I thought I would go ahead and send the first letter, even though this whole thing is a little creepy. Can you belive they just gave out our addresses? I mean, I could be an axe murderer! (I’m not, but who knows about you? Except you. Wow you’re not an axe murderer right? If so then this is a fake address, and also I have vicious dogs, you’ve been warned!
Anyway! We’re supposed to talk about our interests and stuff right? I like video games, dinosaurs (but just the herbovores!), and I am ready to par-ty come this fall.
Write back (unless you really are a murderer),
Dustin”
It’s signed with a smiley face. Mark can’t decide if he hates this guy or not.

Mark Zuckerberg applied Early Decision to Harvard. He didn’t bother to apply anywhere else. It was the school he wanted to attend, so that’s where he’d go. He got his acceptance letter in January and didn’t give it another thought until late February, when he received an almost offensively bright letter in the mail.

Apparently Harvard was taking part in an experiment that forced it’s future attendees to write to each other before meeting. Presumably to reduce the amount of transfer requests it got in the Fall, Mark assumed. His future roommate’s name was Dustin Moskovitz. Mark was distracted for a moment by the idea of a program designed to put kids with Jewish sounding names together, but decided to avoid hacking into his college at least until he was officially a student. 

He tossed the letter onto a pile of mail on his desk and returned to his computer, deciding not to do anything about it. If this Dustin guy wanted to get to know him, he could write Mark first. Besides, like hell was he going to listen to something written in comic sans. 

A week later when he walks into his house he’s almost knocked down by one of his sister. She’s waving an envelope in Mark’s face and shrieking something about ‘secret admirers’ at him. By the time he gets the stupid thing away from her it’s wrinkled, but he can still see a dopey-looking dinosaur grinning up at him.

“Dear Mark (Marky-Mark?),

Hi! My name is Dustin, we’re going to be roommates! Isn’t this exciting!? I thought I would go ahead and send the first letter, even though this whole thing is a little creepy. Can you belive they just gave out our addresses? I mean, I could be an axe murderer! (I’m not, but who knows about you? Except you. Wow you’re not an axe murderer right? If so then this is a fake address, and also I have vicious dogs, you’ve been warned!

Anyway! We’re supposed to talk about our interests and stuff right? I like video games, dinosaurs (but just the herbovores!), and I am ready to par-ty come this fall.

Write back (unless you really are a murderer),

Dustin”

It’s signed with a smiley face. Mark can’t decide if he hates this guy or not.


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