Saturday, January 30, 2010


I was planning to write an actual meaningful blog about my week and the things I've learned this week and things of that sort, but really all I can make my brain do right now is open letters

Dear Plane Tickets,
Why are you so confusing? Why do I have to have all these little factors that go into the price of my ticket. I mean, there is some sort of ticket from Southwest that is 100 dollars each way and it seems like I'm gonna get screwed if I buy these cheap-o tickets.....oh and charging for a checked bag? I'm not okay with that.

Dear Bryce,
I'm really looking forward to becoming as good a guitar player as you, I just wish my hands were a little bit bigger so that I didn't have to stretch as much when I'm playing chords. For your health.

Dear Ozma-
You are a great guitar, I love you and you sound pretty. Here's to making beautiful music.

Dear Josh Duhamel,
You are SO HOT! Seriously, how can you be as good looking as you are and still be a human being? You were SO CUTE in "When In Rome" last night. I suggest your movie to anyone who like cheesy chick flicks.

Dear Life,
Can you throw my girl Rachel a bone already? She likes this guy, and I want him to like her back. I want her sense of wonderment and love of magic to come back to her body! Plus I want to do the "I Told You So, You Finally Weren't Right About Everything" dance.

Dear Meat Locker Office,
WTH is wrong with you.

Dear Netflix,
Why did I postpone bringing you into my life for so long??? You are FABULOUS!

Dear Males,
Did you not get the memo? I'm on a boy lite diet right now. I'm focusing on school/work, not wanting to date and not pining for a boyfriend. Leave me alone!!!

Dear Hormones,
That goes double for you. Leave me the crap alone.

Dear Beautiful Couple,
You two were so heartbreakingly adorable yesterday. I'm aware you both were devastated by the impending loss your family will suffer, but you brought me hope for my own life. Hope that someday, I'll find a man to hold me like that while I cry. God Bless you in your struggle.

Dear Fingernail,
I went 2 weeks without biting you, and now I've bit you down too far.....CURSE YOU

Dear Juila Nunes,
Thank you for being such a beautiful songwriter and writing songs that are basically about me. Without the song "Indecisive" I would be lost thinking I'm the most idiotic girl in the entire world. You are pretty and so is your music.

Dear Saturday Schedule,
Basically you suck, we NEVER need two aides in the morning and we ALWAYS need two in the afternoon. Why why WHY do we have the exact opposite of what we need on Saturdays?

Dear Hair,
Grow faster!

Dear Crazy Flamboyant Nurse,
I love you, way to be a bright shiny spot on a grumptacular day.

Dear My Band of Big Brothers,
Ahhhhh cursed co-workers, I love the lot of you, as much as you drive me nuts with your incessant teasing. Seriously though, could ONE of you be serious for 3 seconds?

Dear Doctor,
Glad to have you back in my home, I've been missing you. "You're thick and so is your dad"

Dear Rachel,
I LOVE our long strange conversations in British. It makes me happy. (Heart) you!

Dear Callouses,
I love you sooooo much, you make me feel like I'm now a part of a really cool club.

slightly grumpily yours,

1 comment:

Deanna said...

sounds pretty fun :) I remember having conversations with people in different dialects, I used to do drive through like that. it was fun :) yes, netflix rocks!