SOUNDAGE: late night frasier, the dishwasher and the kitchen timer
ACTION: newsroom cookies
REACTION: blogging and avoiding my critique
You are so interesting.
Dear Lyndsi Shae,
I think I'm mildly obsessed with you. Not in the creepy stalkeresque way, but in the fact that when you're around I just want to talk and love you and just laugh all the time. You make me so happy and I obsessively read your blog (duh)...that it makes my heart hurt a little when there's nothing new and I re-read it for the thousandth time.
You make me smile soooo much. You can make a bad day instantly better. You'd never believe it in a million years, but it's entirely too true. At a time when I need it most you are the one to give me a huge boost of confidence. I just love you. I just want to take you home and have a pocket sized version of you so that I can pull you out and just feel good about life.
Dear Messy/Loud Roommates
I want to smash you in the face. What is it about me that screams, "please annoy the crap out of me"?!!!! I'm sick of doing dishes that aren't mine, cleaning a mess I didn't make, and being responsible to buy things I take no part in. I am stressed and tired and sick of your mother freakin fiance. I don't know what compels you to talk at the volume you do, or turn on the light, when I am clearly in my bed at 7 a.m. Heaven forbid I be in my bed at that hour of the day.
Dear Buyer for Gap's Sock department,
I love you for making socks that go to my knees and stay there. You make my day brighter when I can wear socks that actually reach just my knees, as I'm pretty short, and I just love them. In fact, I love them so much I own 3 pairs. They're so cute and fun, it's great!!
Dear girl standing in line in front of me yesterday,
I actually covet the bag you bought. If I wasn't so broke from holiday and grocery shopping, I would completely buy one just like it. Maybe I will, anyway. I loved it just that much. Thanks for showing it to me. And for letting me chat with you in line, it's not all the time that two people have the same dilemma: very little time and the slowest line in the place, and only one item to buy yourself.
Dear boyish friend,
I just do not know what to do with you. You've been so wonderful and affectionate lately. But I just can't do this. You can't either. Neither of us has the emotional capacity to properly handle this right now. You are one of the people I care most about, which is why this is so hard. I want to be able to make this work and have it be great, but for so many reasons I just don't think it will ever work. I just want you to hold me.
Dear blonde boy,
I adore you. I want to spend all my time talking to you and laughing with you and just being wonderful. We're pretty much an unbeatable team. Hot cocoa, good conversation and wonderful company seems to be great markers of our relationship. I think this is exactly what I want and need. And I know I've said it before, but at least for right now, I just need you in my life. And I can't screw that up.
Dear Bubble Wrap Girl,
You were so nice to my unusual request. And so eager to get me my bubble wrap. It was/You are AWESOME.
Dear Calvin Klein,
Thanks for making Christmas two steps easier. ...And for making that Chocolate Brown Corduroy jacket that I'm going to (once again) steal from my mother.
Please start to carry either silver or gold heels so I can wear them with my hot pink cocktail dress.
Please plan a rockin party where I can wear said dress.
And Dear Amazon,
Thanks for this. I love you. Seriously.