Dear Victoria's Secret Saleswomen - why are there so many of you? Why do all of you have to ask me if I need help? I didn't need help from the first one, so I'm unlikely to need help from the 5th. Why are there more of you than bras? Also, I have been wearing underwear for a very long time, I know what I need. And for the record, when you measured me, you got it wrong. I am size perfect.
Dear Other Drivers - You suck. Portlanders, you don't know how to drive in the sun and Los Angelians, you don't know how to drive in the rain. I however am a perfect driver.
Dear Trader Joe's - Why don't you have as many free samples as Whole Foods? Now I have to go to both of you.
Dear Wine - Ow.
Dear Albert - Run the vacuum around now and again, will you?
Dear Neighbors - Get out of my parking spot(s).
Dear Abs - Where are you?
Dear Wrinkles - No one likes you, go away.
Dear Morning People - I don't like morning. Or people.
Dear Math - What in the hell?
Dear Adulthood - Getting real sick of responsibilities and shit.
Dear Cake - Hi.
Dear Holiday Cookie Swap - I just swapped you for cocktails.
Dear Today - If it requires getting dressed, it's not happening.
Dear Universal Remote Control - You do not control the universe.
Dear Facebook - I don't really need you.
Dear Friends - I'd love to hang out but I have to sit in my house by myself.
Dear Secret Boyfriend - If I make you breakfast in bed, all I need is a simple thank you, none of this how did you get in the house crap...
Dear Lightbulbs in My House - Just because one of you goes out, doesn't mean the rest of you have to.
Dear two-kid families - You don't need the mini-van yet. Just get a sedan.
Dear Character Building Life Events - I have enough character now thanks.
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