Dear Boy (I guess you’re a man but I think boy sounds better) Who Makes Me Smile: Thank you! You’re the best. Plain and simple, the best. So, thank you.
Dear New Apartment: I’m looking forward to moving in. I can not wait. November 1st can not be here soon enough.
Dear Weather: I didn’t think I’d be ready for the cool down, but I am. The only thing I wish would change is my cold feet. And by that I don’t mean changing my mind at the altar, my feet are always ice cold in the fall and winter, always.
Dear Twitter: I don’t really understand you, I don’t get hash tags, and I kind of wish people would stop using “tweet” as a verb. It is dumb.
Dear cold: thank you for finally vacating my body. I do not want to be sick any longer.
Dear mind: Figure yourself out, are you going to be a body builder or a marathon runner? You can’t be both, or you’d need to eat 18,000 calories, and that ain’t gonna happen.
This is me, in case you forgot who I am.