Friday's Letters #2

Dear Craigslist {Killers} Responders: I appreciate your interest in my Craigslist post for needing a new roommate.  However I guess I should have been more specific… I need a normal person to move into my home.  Not an ex Real World contestant.  Don’t pretend I can’t Google your name and find video clips of you flipping out on your former roommates. 

Dear Butter: I miss you already.

Dear Brother:  I am so proud of you and the restaurant you run.  I can’t wait to make it out to Charlotte to see it for myself!

Dear Free People London Edition: You have given me a new direction for my wardrobe and style.  I can’t wait to look slightly disheveled with a red lip and tiger sweater. 

Dear Election Year:  So we meet again.  You bring out the best in people.  And by best I mean absolute worst.  There is a reason we all go into a tiny little booth to mark a ballot.  Let’s keep our overly pompous opinionated rants in that booth.  K?

Dear Taylor Swift:  We are never getting back together… like ever.  Please go away already.

 

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