Dear NYC cab drivers,
I realize that your job is hard and traffic here is nuts but the last two cab rides I took left me feeling incredibly queasy and crappy when I exited them. Braking hard and swerving so often that I get nauseous doesn't encourage me to tip you well.
Dear John Doe (aka last week's date),
Please call me. I'd like to go out with you again and this says something because, I don't generally like most guys I meet.
I appreciate the fact that you are getting better little by little but please hurry up. I was stupid enough to look today while I was being weighed at the doctor's office and Turkey Day plus the lack of excercise this week... well you can guess... Plus I miss dancing. So get better pronto. I need to start moving again.
Dear Producers and Writers of My Sister's Keeper (the movie),
You kind of butchered the book, I'm not sure I like the Cameron Diaz casting but thank you for providing me with something interesting to do on my emo day.
Dear Jane Doe (aka former potential roommate),
Thanks a lot for backing out. I know we have a few more weeks before the current roommate moves out but now we have to start all over again.
Dear M (aka me),
Things are fine. You're employed, healthier than many, have lovely friends and a loving family. You're a good person and deserve good things. Be kind to yourself.
Dear Blog Friends,
Hope you're having a wonderful Friday.
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