Dear uterus,
Stop it. Just stop it. You know what I am talking about.
Annoyed,
Jodi
Dear allergies,
See above letter to uterus.
Mouth Breathing,
Jodi
Dear Sugar Free Chocolate Pudding In My Fridge,
I’m coming to git you!
Salivating,
Jodi
Dear Canada,
I like you. Do you like me? Let’s be friends! Please… just let me in.. I promise you won’t be sorry.
Living in my home, but not my native land,
Jodi
Dear Thursday Night Season Premieres,
Were you good? Were you exciting? Were you everything I hoped you’d be? I don’t know. I can’t watch you yet because Wm. is having a PS3 Marathon Party with his buddy visiting from the island. I won’t be able to watch you until Sunday.
That goes for you too, Dollhouse.
He’s just lucky he didn’t do this on Monday,
Jodi
I just had some butterscotch pudding, like five minutes ago. It was NOT sugar free and I don’t feel guilty.
How are you not one of us yet? Were you… wait, I was going to ask if you were accused of a war crime, but then you’d be a shoe in.