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enamouredHere are open letters to several things.
Dear NaNo plot: Look, I'm happy that you have a clear beginning, middle, and end. I'm completely enamoured of you, I really am. But damn if you didn't make me dream about him last night. He was, for some reason, attending my college and wearing a wifebeater. Dude. That is so not cool. Now I'm simultaneously creeped out and intrigued.
Dear subconcious: I thought we were over the whole "dreaming about the crush from years ago" thing. Thanks for nothing.
Dear Facebook registration email: COME ON, DANGGIT.
Dear college email: you are far too slow.
Dear homework: if only I could snap my fingers and you'd be done.
Dear weight: leave now or stay. Stop with the fluctuating. I get confused when one day my jeans are almost too snug one day and they next they're practically falling off.
Dear Lost: I'll be seeing you in less than nine hours.
Dear Old Navy: thank you for the hoodie, the skirt, and the bag. I appreciate that they were all on sale. Now if you mark down the price of those super-sweet lacy tops and those cool black flats, I'd love you now and forevermore.
Dear Two Songs: will I ever be able to hear you without thinking of him?
Dear NaNo plot: Look, I'm happy that you have a clear beginning, middle, and end. I'm completely enamoured of you, I really am. But damn if you didn't make me dream about him last night. He was, for some reason, attending my college and wearing a wifebeater. Dude. That is so not cool. Now I'm simultaneously creeped out and intrigued.
Dear subconcious: I thought we were over the whole "dreaming about the crush from years ago" thing. Thanks for nothing.
Dear Facebook registration email: COME ON, DANGGIT.
Dear college email: you are far too slow.
Dear homework: if only I could snap my fingers and you'd be done.
Dear weight: leave now or stay. Stop with the fluctuating. I get confused when one day my jeans are almost too snug one day and they next they're practically falling off.
Dear Lost: I'll be seeing you in less than nine hours.
Dear Old Navy: thank you for the hoodie, the skirt, and the bag. I appreciate that they were all on sale. Now if you mark down the price of those super-sweet lacy tops and those cool black flats, I'd love you now and forevermore.
Dear Two Songs: will I ever be able to hear you without thinking of him?
