Friday's Letters 7/20/2012

I'm linking up to write some Friday Letters with Ashley.

Dear summer-cable-television-programming,
Will and Grace marathons.
The Hills marathons.
Monk marathons.
Golden Girls marathons.
30 Rock marathons.
How I Met Your Mother marathons.
Law and Order SVU marathons.
Big Bang theory marathons.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

I call sabatoge. You are blantantly trying to sabatoge my life and trap me inside.
I will resist.
Well, riiiiiight after I finish just one more episode.
Just one more.

Dear Humidity,
Thank you for leaving. I can finally breathe and spend time outside without melting.


Dear Kindle, 
Man oh man are you tricky! I have already purchsed and almost read 3 books. 3 BOOKS!
It's beeeeeeeen a week.
One push, and boom, you're in my hands. No driving to a bookstore, no ordering online and waiting. Just one push and like a magical book fairy I have another novel to gobble down.
And I can't stop.
I feel like a drug addict. Need more. NEVER ENOUGH.

Except for all of those pesky side effects of a drug addiction like ruining relationships, losing my job, deteriorating my body, etc. Books aren't ruining my life.

Either way, I'm catching on. And once school starts I am not going to be around as much to enjoy all of this free time to read.

Dear life,
There have been quite a few ups and downs this summer.
Don't get me wrong. They weren't huge. All of these ups and downs are in the long run pretty significant but enough to rock my proverbial boat and make me a little  sea sick (metaphorically) for some time. Some were bigger than others, but none were anything that I should actually have spent much time dwelling on at all.
And guess what life? You and I are pretty much where we started at the beginning of the summer now that this metaphorical sea has started to calm.
I thought I wanted some things and didn't want some other things. There has been conflict and resolution. But guess what? I'm okay. Things are okay. And things will continue to be okay. It's nice to finally be in a place where I realize that everything I think I want and need are not always what I want and need. Thank you, for keeping me on my toes and letting the universe that is exponentially bigger than I am do what it does.


Dear gym, 
Yeah I totally used you for your air conditioning last week. I personally see nothing wrong with it. Hey, at least I made it.

Dear Brain, 
Now that I've been busy these past few weeks you're coming up with all of these things that I JUST HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT. Slow it down.
Also, those dreams have been quite vivid and memorable lately. And at times, kind of out of place and odd. Should I be bringing these to a therapist? A doctor? A dream interpreter? A psychic? My dog? Send some sort of sign tonight in my next dream. Or else Bruin is going to continue to get an earful.
 
Dear this upcoming year's curriculum,
Now you're not going to write yourself now are you?
To quote Liz Lemon, blerg.
I'll be getting to you soon I guess.

Dear readers, 
While sparse this week, I did get around to posting a few things.
I posted an easy, and hopefully enlightening tutorial on how to get that "Beachy Hair" you've been trying to perfect all summer. Promise it won't disappoint.
I gave a little recap of my birthday.

And then there's my short post on this high school boy who is more talented in a snuggie than you will ever be. For realisies.

Happy Friday, and stay fabulous!