dear sweet tea,
goodbye. officially giving you up for lemonade.
thanks for the introduction this song. drown by carolina liar. i like it a lot.
your period cramps are insanely severe this month. calm it down.
i’m sitting with a heating pad slung across my belly (due to said cramps) in a house with broken a/c when it’s over 100° outside. and you’re the only thing saving me from a heat stroke. this feels like a bad idea.
why? (and i’m embarrassed to admit that i blubbered up about this)
me right now. i’m grumpy. and this list is going down hill.
Thank you, thank you for the Disneyland presents. I feel like a boss when I drink my sweet tea now. Plastic cups, never again.
speaking of pirates…dear pirates of the caribbean 4,
Me during the movie: “Waah I miss Orlando Bloom & Keira Knightley’s characters. Wait, are those mermaids? Soooo pretty!”
Why am I still having spontaneous acne break-outs eight years after puberty? Clear this up already!
I feel very sneaky that I know what all will happen in TrueBlood before this season even starts, thanks to reading the novels. And now, since I dropped by the bookstore this afternoon, I will be all knowing about Game of Thrones as well. Sucker.
Tired of all the Heat bandwagon fans. And still bitter than neither the Lakers or the Thunder made it to the Finals. I’m ready for next season already.
If we don’t show up tomorrow to help you move, that means you’ll stay right?
dear heating pad,
Thank you for curing my cramps. And for keep me toasty during this rainy weekend.
dear the office,
I love that Will Ferrell has been guest starring! But sadface to Steve Carell’s last episode is next week.
dear running shoes,
Maybe some other day.
You don’t feel like a real holiday anymore. I miss getting little treats left in a big wicker basket from my parents! I remember one year, the movie Pocahontas was stashed in there too! (Was it just me that wanted a pet raccoon after that movie?)
dear bedtime stories,
It’s my favorite time to tell Chris unimportant facts about my day. Like, how I forgot to pack my glasses in my bag and spent the entire 3hr art class squinting at the blurry glass bottles we were drawing. And having the teacher stop and ask, “So…exactly which part of this are you trying to do?”
dear nba western finals,
Be the Lakers vs the Thunder, please please!
dear straw fedora,
Sorry I returned you, we just weren’t working out. But I’ll keep looking!
Only weeks left to go? Okay! :)
*photo back from february