Dear Family and Friends,
I took NyQuil. I woke up to find a file in my phone called "ideas". Inside I had written "monkey football". I would have loved to know where I was going with that.
It's ok to call an intervention now.
Dear Screech from Saved By the Bell,
I blame you for the following things: Global warming, NBA Lockout, Newt Gingrich, "Jack and Jill", Terrorism, Racism, and the current state of my fantasy football team (in that order).
You are the worst.
Dear Michael Jordan,
You don't get nearly enough credit for your performance in "Space Jam". Also *side note: IF I were to ever join an online dating site...that would be what I would write in the "About Me" section.
Here's your chance do your dance at the Space Jam....
Dear first episode of One Tree Hill,
That's all I know how to say.
There IS only ONE Tree Hill...and I will sob while watching the whole season.
Dear Forever Lazy,
I have decided to be disgusted with you because I know if I let my guard down ONE IOTA, I will end up with 3.
Instead of having a book club, how about we form a Netflix club? We'll all meet together once a month to discuss how awesome "Felicity" was from the beginning? Yes?
Think about it,
I hope you're all having a wonderful year so far! Thank you for being wonderful!