I love oldie songs. I have actually been thinking about (for the first time ever) putting music on my phone to listen to on the metro. I have all of a sudden been craving some classic jams to start and end the day. For some reason I am so freaking anxious on my way home from work so I think it could help. However, I need to invest in a pair of headphones. Yep, I don’t even own a pair.
What’s the best way to kill a bad mood? Ranting. Oh beautiful ranting. I have seen this in so many places, not sure where but credit to some other blogger for this idea. I kind of love it though.
Dear hair… the length is working for you but the dead ends are dang unattractive. I need to take a scissors to you soon. Just a trim, but you are in desperate need.
Dear parents… can you pretty please make an appearance for this long weekend? Seeing you, spending time with you, having a car, making my apartment an apartment would be a mighty nice long weekend treat.
Dear tummy… fix itself. That is all.
Dear coworkers… I swear I am not insane although you ask me each morning how the heck I wake up at 530 am and run. It is my crazy juice and I like it.
Dear Rock n Roll DC half marathon…. so you changed the route I hear. I also heard there is now a five mile hill stretch. Bring it, I still plan to PR. Either that or get whipped into shape by this girl running with me.
Dear readers….I continuously am amazed by your comments. They make me laugh and reflect and just all bubbly inside. Always a great reason to smile.
Dear high school kids riding the metro…. no you are not the shit despite your pack gang hanging and loud screaming. This face I wear is one of ‘you can’t be serious’ not ‘oh my goodness you guys are like gods’
Dear apartment… I know your blank walls make you sad but I swear I am working on it. Or at least planning to work on it…
Dear back… I know you have gotten used to living on a backless cot but my couch should be coming soon. Prepare to be amazed.
Dear eggs… where would I be without you? Egg whites you are my best friend in every form. Oh and carrots come as a close second.
Dear Suntrust… please do not call me to tell me about my bank account that has changed drastically the past three months. Do you not realize I am kind of going through a “I live in DC and can’t afford it if my life depended on it” stage? I do not want to come in and discuss this with you. At all.
Dear fruit… I know I haven’t eaten you in nearly a week. I know, the girl who used to depend on fruit just can’t cough up the dough. I miss you though!
Dear Cedars… so I never usually eat hummus but I heard from a little birdie (Cait) that you have a pumpkin flavor coming out. If this is true, I ask WHERE THE FREAK CAN I GET IT?
Dear fall… while I may not like you because you are so close to Winter, I do like many things about you. I am mildly pumpkin obsessed (ok… mild is a little weak) and candy corn makes me drool. Confession? I can’t buy candy corn, I never do. I get myself sick on it. Way too addicting. Plus I like it stale. There I go again with my liking chewy candy on the stale side quirk.
Dear taste buds… bored? I sure am. Prepare to be blown away the next month when I take on new cooking challenges.
Dear honesty… keep it up. Keep being you no matter how frantic, insane or goofy it may seem.
It’s almost Friday!!!! And a three day weekend.
Questions: Who would you write a dear to today? Care to share?