I feel like Olive from Ella Enchanted (the book, NOT the movie): "You o me 6 KJs. I danced with the prince to times while you were eeting. Pa me." Substitute a few word changes where appropriate but the sentiment is the same. Seriously, kid, please write on your blog.
Love,
Me
Dear Self,
Lately, you're like Sophie when she invented that really amazing weed killer. Something's gotta change.
Love,
Me
Dear Weather,
Tuesday, I drowned. Yesterday, I was comfortable. Today, I'm freezing. It's not March yet. But is it spring?
Love,
Me
Dear World of Kpop,
"In related news, popcorn prices have increased by over 9000 percent."
Love,
Me
Dear Pump,
I'd like to know what you do with all that water I gave you. Where does it all go? It's a closed loop and there are no known leaks. I live in perpetual fear that I will break you but frankly, you're getting a bit greedy, don't you think?
Love,
Me
Dear Downton Abbey,
I don't know who died and outraged the world in season 3. However, since I know it happens, I'm less inclined to love you wholeheartedly in seasons 1 and 2. I can see you for what you are, oh manipulative one. One can only pray real life is kinder than your writers. Otherwise, we'll all suffer from emotional whiplash.
Love,
Me
Here are some recent random pictures I've taken. I really love the tree. Its gaping scars...
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