Dear Friday, it took you forever to get here this week.
Dear Old Man Winter, lets do the damn thing already. I got these badass boots and I can't even wear them. Get your show on the road already.
Dear Weekend, This is what we will be doing. mmmmk?
Dear Mal, GIF what?
Dear coffee shop singer .... I am married. I love this song (see above) and your voice and your scruff. However, what I love even more is the father sitting there with his son, knowing what's going on and not leaving, I love the two dirty girls giggling but mostly the guy behind you whom keeps rubbing his face, not to be confused with the man who is clearly overwhelmed with QVC or porn.
Dear Lisette, you are one BAMF, If any of you would like to read your blog in ruffneck eubonics gansta slang, google your blog in www.gizoogle.net
"Kids Ain't Playin Over Here, Playa"