You make my home-brewed-and-then-refrigerated coffee taste like something that I bought for $6. Thank you.
Dear John Sawyer,
I was just looking through my Seton Keough yearbook for my senior year, and discovered that I had forgotten that you were at my prom with my friend Jessica. How did that transpire?
Dear Rufus Wainwright,
If you want to come to my house and sing "Go or Go Ahead" at me for several hours, I would not complain. In fact, you may take this as an open invitation.
Dear fleece sleeping bag,
You are just a fleece blanket with a zipper, but you are mine now, and I love you.
Dear dental filling,
Stop with the cold sensitivity! You make it difficult for me to enjoy my hazelnut-flavored goodness as it should be enjoyed! No matter what you may think, a sharp line of pain running instantly up from my tooth is not pleasant.
Dear Neil Gaiman,
That picture of you in Entertainment Weekly is funny, but the article is very nice. Have I mentioned before how great you are? Yes, I think I have.
Dear Terry Pratchett,
I'll be seeing you tomorrow! Woo!
Slow down! I'm not ready yet!