i still believe.

dear christmas in new york city, 

you are so magical. i love it when they set up trees along your sidewalks with signs that say for sale. i love the way you smell and all the hustle and bustle and all the lights strung up around the already sparkling city. come back. all this snow everywhere just feels cold without you.

dear airplane,

thank you for getting me home safely in time for christmas this year. i forgive you for teasing me with a false take off and then being delayed for three hours on the runway. i probably would have died of an anxiety attack if i had been one of the people stuck at the airport for days. eating sleeping and being angry, until the food ran out and all that was left was just sleeping and being angrier.

dear nars funny face lipstick, 

thanks for being my fav and always being available when i need you, like on  my bedroom floor this night when i missed the memo and didn't want to feel left out of the picture when my sisters all wore purple accents. such a social life saver.

dear little brother, 

you are growing up to be a giant. remember last year when you were only this tall? thank you for taking me on a date to my very fav west coast restaurant and being my chauffeur while i was ill.

dear hair, 

remember when i was feeling spontaneous and cut so many inches off you on a whim? you're welcome for getting rid off all those dead guys that were stuck to your ends from all that bleach i over processed you with last spring. i am now last place in our never ending nelson girl's "who has the longest hair competition".  erica is winning. (but don't tell amanda because she is is denial of her place in third.)

dear saltines and gatorade, 

thank you for being all my diet consisted of over christmas break while i was on my death bed. 

dear kit kats, 

thank you for consistently being stocked in my freezer and for the perfect amount of chocolately crunch  you deliver to my taste buds. i'll always love you more than saltines and gatorade.

dear divorce, 

you're the most rotten thing i've ever met in my whole life. please leave my family alone so you can be past tense instead of consuming everything about our very present.

dear sister erica, 

thank you for going and getting me potato cheese soup and cornbread and spoon feeding me while i was not feeling well. a little treasure should be floating it's way towards you soon.

dear mom, 

thank you for driving slow and putting my bf on speakerphone when i was all drugged up. and for birthing me and passing along your big brown eyes. and on and on. 

dear body, 

i know you're so angry i've been feeding you crap and not been doing my salt scrub in the shower. i will be rekindling my love affair with the gym next week and i promise you'll hate me even more then. i also promise it will be worth it when bikini season finds it's way to this side of the planet one day.

dear spring, 

as long as you don't skip valentines day, you can come early this year.