Dear Shingles,
Thanks for ruining 2 weeks of my life. Thanks for the eye patch.
Dear Posthermatic Neuralgia,
You suck. You really really suck. I want to wear makeup without rubbing it off. I want to wear mascara and eyeliner without rubbing it off. I'd like to look presentable. I don't want to constantly itch the left side of my head like I have lice. (I don't).
Dear Husk,
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Congrats on Best New Restaurant in America! Every time I eat there I die and go to heaven. I love love love the chicken skins and love love love it even more when I can get them when they're not on the menu. However, please stop trying to kill my husband.
I don't want to be a widow at 30.
Dear Ochocinco,
Do not. I repeat. Do not mess with my team. Behave yourself. I am currently undecided on you.
Dear Poppy's tooth,
Stop hurting my baby!
Dear "The Coming Weeks"
I hate moving so please don't hurt me too bad.
The End.
I hope yall are good!
Yay! You're back! Pretty sure you'd love this blog. She writes letters to EVERYONE. Hope you feel better soon.
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