Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Goosebumps

Dear Goosebumps,
Thanks for making my taking time to actually shave my legs this morning worthless. See you next week when we repeat this process. Maybe you could figure out other ways to frustrate me. I dare you.
Love,
Lynna

Deja Vu

Dear Deja Vu,
How does it feel to know that your very existence is to annoy people? Does it make you feel like a man that you are hated by everyone? Congratulations; goal accomplished, jerk.
Love,
Lynna

Earwax

Dear Earwax,
You are disgusting. DISGUSTING.
Love,
Lyn na

Construction

Dear Construction,
You make me nuts. The only solace I have when dealing with you is my radio and my cell phone. Take your orange cones and shove it.
Love,
Lynna

Humidity

Dear Humidity,
Is it too much for me to ask you to just couple up with a strong breeze at least? You are friend to no one.
Love,
Lynna

Shoe Farts

Dear Shoe Farts,
As if you aren't embarrassing enough, you only seem to happen at the quietest moments in the most populated places. Attention-seek much? Geez.
Love,
L/y/n/n/a

Attention Span

Dear Attention Span,
Bahhhh...I would like it if we hung out more. But alas, you run away before I have a chance to take advantage of you.
Love,
Lynna

Caffeine headache

Dear Caffeine Headache,
If it weren't for you, I would quit my coffee habit. Way to conspire with my already raging addiction.
Love,
Lynna

Coffee Jitters

Dear coffee jitters,
What use are you to me? You make life harder to live.
Love,
Lynna

Intentions

Dear intentions,
Whether you are bad or good, you are purposeless. You are just what was supposed to happen but didn't yet and probably never will. You are completely useless...unless, of course, for people to use as an explanation (excuse) for what was supposed to but did not come to fruition. You = basically worthless.
Love,
Leeeeeeena

Metaphors

Dear Metaphors,
Sometimes you work, sometimes you don't. Usually you backfire. You fail.
Love,
Lynna

Bleach

Dear Bleach,
Although I appreciate how you clean stains, I do not enjoy how you jump all over my clothes and decide to leave your autograph of colorless splotches. Sometimes I wish I could erase YOU.
Love,
Lynna