Sunday Open Letters
Dear Snow City Cafe,
Hollandaise sauce should not be runny. Neither should gravy on biscuits. Especially not after a 45 minute wait.
Dear Lacey,
You are such a bum. I know your life is so hard, what with the napping in your kennel, and napping on the couch, and napping in my lap, but do you really need to recoup from all of that by napping in bed?
Dear Alaskan Stores and Malls,
What's with closing at 6p on Sundays? Really? Do people not shop then? Because I do, and I inevitably get there at 5.45p. This, as you might imagine, sucks.
Dear Old Navy,
Please stop sucking. I want to like you, and your stuff looks okay -- not great, but not bad for $cheap -- hanging on the wall. But it's almost like you forgot these items were meant to be worn on actual bodies.
Dear Michael A,
What is the best way for me to come down to San Francisco to kick somebody's ass? I am willing to accept you sending me a ticket.
Sending my love to you all,
Valette
2007
2 Love Notes
Your lucky you got to witness a shoot-out that went nine rounds, thats a rare thing in hockey. A very delightful rare occurence.
I'm still shaking from your evidently meaningless ass kicking threats. *yawn*
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