Dear Pretty Girl that lives with Hot boy down the hall....why must I always see you when I look like a slob-kabob...2am fire alarms, post 10-mile runs and yesterday when we rode the elevator together while I was in a work outfit that made me look like a sister wife. Naturally you had on a chic blazer and the tightest skinny jeans ever made. Dear Coworker in Chicago....I'm really sorry I complained to you about "how insanely cold" our 28 degree morning was. I felt like a real d-bag when you told me it was negative 7 where you were. Dear People of Atlanta....While I love a good ugly sweater party, can someone please have a holiday party whose theme is to actually try and look cute instead of ugly? I have a
tiny little section entire wall in my closet of little party dresses dying to make a holiday appearance.
Dear Egg Nog...We haven't been friends this year....which is surprising after my five-gallon intake last December (I wish I was kidding...so do my thighs) but maybe I'll meet you on Christmas. Dear girl on the treadmill that high-fived the boy on the treadmill next to you after he finished a hill sprint.....I thought you all were friends or maybe lovers but, after the confused look on his face and hesitant high-five return, and your immediate departure after...it turns out you are strangers...but I like your enthusiasm for a good workout. Dear Taylor Swift....Happpppy Birthday! I now expect a "24" song equally as cool as "22."
Dear Travel Bug....I think you bit me....I've been daydreaming of places to go...or maybe it's just because I was here this time last year.
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