Monday, May 23, 2011

Tiny letters.

Dear Garlic-chicken-broccoli-noodle dinner,
you are so yummy.
I can't stop eating you.

Dear Tori,
Happy Anniversary to you and Luke.
I love you so much and I am so happy that you and Luke are happy!

Dear Residence Life Office,
Please have more hours for me to work, so I can stop freaking out.

Dear banana bread,
Please make yourself.
I want to eat you so badly, but I don't have the energy to make you.

Dear Jeff's yucky stuffed up nose,
Stop being!
You are making him spit nasty loogies everywhere.
It's gross.


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