And I only have 3 more workdays left this week.
Dear LSAT Prep for Sister: Do your job pencils Sister needs you.
Dear M: Thanks for letting me fall asleep during our cuddle sesh yesterday.
More specifically for letting me drool on your arm.
Dear Leggings: Where've you been my whole life.
Dear Hunter Boot socks: I'd like one of each please.
My birthday is in 64 days.
Dear Miami Heat: You lost, just like we said.
Dear Blazers: Love you, keep it up!
Dear Candy: I've successfully avoided you for 11 days. Suck it.
Dear Ice cream: I've eaten you 4 times in 11 days, I'm sensing a pattern and we might have to break up until the wedding.
Trust me it's not you, it's me.
Dear Kim K: Please show belly pictures already, I'm dying to see how big your ass will get.
Dear upcoming cake tastings: There are 4 of you, totally normal right?
Dear Wedding planning: I started freaking out, now I'm better, but I think I'll be freaking out again, so maybe work with my hormones next time to lessen the blow.
And maybe so I won't end up on the altar alone.
Dear LaLa: Your birthday was this week and you look super fine in your new skinny jeans.
Dear Scandal: I swear to Tiffany & Co that if you somehow mess up Fitz and Olivia I'll die.
They're so cute together, and the crazy-affair-wrecking-wife is coming around.
Don't let head trauma ruin a good thing.