Oct 26, 2009 12:32
Dear Andy:
You can take your emotionally throbbing blog posts and shove them up your ass.
Dear Calmy,
I really like you, but when you tell me "You just need to see me around my friends!" I hear "I am really this boring and I just have interesting friends who make me seem more interesting!"
Dear Bry,
I love you.
Dear Emily,
I miss you. I have your dress still and feel horribly guilty about it. I want to play. I want to talk. I want to talk and play.
Dear Cuban,
You are weird, and I like you. You drive me nuts. Thanks for showing up with perfect timing in my life.
Dear Lanee,
I'm really sorry I don't make tons of time to see you and I hate that our friendship is awkward right now. I miss you a lot.
Dear Chase Brown,
You don't have a nickname. This is weird. I haven't begun you with a nickname, just your name. You sat in my kitchen with my mom and I last night and ate the cobbler she made. I enjoyed talking with you. Thanks for being a prompt texter-backer.
Dear Author of Hunger Games,
I am really really really excited to read the next book in your installment which just came out.
Dear Orange Chicken at Teriyaki Stix,
You taste faintly of Pine Sol, and it frightens me, but I'm sure it'll clear out my intestinal cavity.