dear ice cream,
i hate you. i love you, but i hate what you do to me. yes, josh warned me you would make me sick. but after this awful week of being quarantined, i wanted you. badly. so i ate you. then i woke up at 5:30am and had a 3 hour stomach ache. tmi? oh well.
rudely yours,
upset stomach
dear neighbors,
hopefully you dont read my blog. please stop vacuuming or sanding or WHATEVER YOU ARE DOING!!!! it's like that one time when you vacuumed 3 days straight. no joke. thats not consididate...not consididate at ALL! shoot!
sincerely,
my inner tracy
dear juji,
thanks for cleaning the whole apartment yesterday so our friends could come over last night without the risk of getting sick. also, thanks for just telling me, "umm...you havent done your hair all week." appreciate that reminder...
love ya,
your hott bed-headed wifey
dear sickness,
its been a fun week getting to know eachother. just lovely. hope you liked all that gatorade and cough drops and dayquil. i got it on sale. you're welcome.
i'll be kicking you to the curb soon enough.
peace,
my aching body
I'm a winner.
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