Dear Pictures Of Myself, Why do you always look so bad? And, no.. I am not saying I’m ugly or any of that.. so please, don’t jump down my throat about that. But you know how some girls look 100 times better in their photos than in real life? Well, that’s not me.. and people have had no issue telling me that. Which, I guess is better.. unless you only see photos of me.. ehh, whatever.
Dear Blog, I will be spending some time on you today. Planning some posts, commenting on some of my favorite blogs.. all of that stuff good bloggers do.
Dear Friday, I’m so glad to be seeing you! Next Friday I will be enjoying Chicago for the very first time at the Keane concert with the love of my life! I need to make you a very productive day.. since Thursday was anything but productive.
Dear Lucas Blaze, Thank you so much for planning on booking our room today after you get out of work around 7am… You’re the best. Last weekend was so amazing. I love all of our fun little dates.
Dear Dark Hair, I love you! You make me a little more sassy than some people might be used to. But, I’m not complaining at all. I’m sorry forever leaving you.. I think you’ll be with me forever.
Dear Google, Sometimes you can be really helpful. Other times.. not so much. I used you to find out what the heck is going on with this pain-ish more like pulled muscle feeling in my lower abdomen. I then discovered that my problem could either be a pulled or strained muscle, I could have a hernia, I could be pregnant or I could of previously had a baby.. all depending on the pain level. Which I guess I don’t know what pain is since once upon a time the Emergency room doctor decided after a hour since he numbed me he would stitch me up instead of letting me bleed all over everything in the room.. The second he started I was in such awful, stomach turning pain. He told me if I felt pain to let him know and he’d numb me more.. I took a break from biting my arm and crying to tell him I was in really bad pain. He then informed me that what I was feeling wasn’t pain, just discomfort.
Dear Facebook, I’m getting really annoyed with you. I guess I don’t really care to see that 60% of the girls I graduated with already have at least one kid. Most of those girls can’t even grow up enough to get their own life on track.. and they proudly display their own mess of a life all over facebook. I also don’t care to see the same people changing their relationship status every day.. or people posting a million depressing posts.. or posts about all the drugs they do. Why don’t they just take their trash to Jerry Springer already? I do however enjoy looking at how much weight all the bitchy girls from high school have gained. Karma is fabulous.