Sunday, 19 August 2012

Little Letters

Dear Head,
Please stop pounding. I would like to stand up without throwing up please.

Dear Gatorade,
Could you cool down faster so I can drink you please?

Dear self,
Stop spilling things, the floor is wet enough already.

Dear Wii,
Do you ever get any easier?

Dear Ryan Reynolds,
I love you.

Dear Brain,
Refer to my letter to my head. Please. Please. Ouch.

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