I need one of you to blow me away, please. I am in need of a Jenn Wooten-worthy flow class, and, so far, I am underwhelmed.
Dear 7am to 12am days, August 26, 2009
You are just not quite long enough to do everything it is I want to do.
Dear Small Dogs in Need of a Home, August 21, 2009
Please be mine.
I promise to love and cuddle and play with and make googley eyes at you.
Dear Union Square Whole Foods, August 18, 2009
You are hellish. I a) cannot believe I worked inside you for 4 months and b) will never, ever buy anything from you because I leave in a panic after 10 minutes inside.
Dear Coffee, August 14, 2009
I think it’s best that we keep our relationship more of a flirtation. You inspire the kind of love that can make a girl all crazy-like.
Dear Purl, August 13, 2009
I am literally counting the days until I have enough money to come actually buy some yarn from you.
Dear Greenpoint, August 11, 2009
Some days, like today, you really, really stink. No, but seriously. You stink.
