Hooray, I’m in a better mood than yesterday. Time for yet another random, ‘Dear… ‘ post:
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Dear People Who Drive in Winter Climates,
Please put an end to honking and/or inching up on me as I’m trying to cross the intersection. You are in a car, warm and toasty. I am only trying to cross the icy, slushy street without falling on my ass.
Love,
The Girl Who Will Only Move Slower if You Keep it Up.
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Dear Rick Mercer,
Awesomeness.
Love,
Silentorchestra.
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Dear Feet,
Why must you be magnets for other people’s feet?
Love,
The Girl Who Constantly Gets Stomped On.
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Dear Guy Who Stomped On My Foot,
That hurt like a son of a bitch, but thank you for apologizing.
Love,
The Girl With a Possible Broken Toe.
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Dear Christmas,
Bah Hum Bug.
Love,
Miss Grinch.
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Dear Little Kid Who Wiped His Wet Boot on My Coat,
You are lucky I was wearing the black one rather than the white one today.
Love,
The Girl Who Was Okay With it Because You Were So Damn Cute.
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Dear Jagermeister,
Never again. Do you hear me? Never, ever. It’s over.
Love,
Drunk Dialer.
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Dear Allies at Work,
You are too funny – I will miss that.
Love,
Barbados Bound.
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Dear Food,
Please learn how to make yourself.
Love,
The Girl Who’s Stomach is Rumbling.
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Dear Creep,
Stop calling. Especially at 5am. Seriously.
Love,
The Girl Who Will Never Answer.
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Dear Mr. Bus Driver,
Thank you so very much not picking me up as I waited for the bus in the rain. Thank you even more for speeding past and splashing me. Much appreciated.
Love,
The Girl Who Flipped You the Bird.
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Dear Mama,
Thank you SO much for allowing me the opportunity to gloat about my upcoming plans. Yay.
Love,
Your Daughter, Who Will Be There in 27 Days. Weeeeeeeee!
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Dear Silentorchestra,
That’s enough. Stop while you’re ahead.
Love,
This Post.
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