Dear hot men of my current or future acquaintance,
Please always be dressed in these clothes. We’ll discuss footwear later. For now it’s nearly summer so you can be barefoot in your worn jeans and cowboy shirt.
Thanks ever so,
jj
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Dear trees,
Thank you for lovely, brilliant, bright, colorful flower buds. I very much look forward to meeting the blossoms they will produce in the next few days. You have all made me very very very happy.
All the love in my heart,
your spring baby, jj
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Dear universe,
I know you like shake things up sometimes. Put up things that look like walls but are actually paths. Rock the boat without pointing out just how close to shore we are. And all your other tricks. I appreciate the hard shove in the right direction, but could please try not bruise me when you push me?
Thanks,
jj
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Dear books,
Please be around for ever and ever and ever. I will never stop loving you.
love,
yer li’l bookworm, jj
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Dear body,
I know you’re female, and I like that, I do, but perhaps the monthly blood demonstrations of feminity could be foreshortened to a couple odd days a year and entirely without pain? ‘Cause that’s be really swell.
crampily,
miss jj
March 13, 2007 at 1:34 am
Take away the western shirt and put them in a button-down, untucked Oxford and I am all over it.
March 13, 2007 at 4:24 pm
Dear jj,
Word on the clothes, the trees, the universe, and the bleeding.
Also, I want to come visit you and drink bourbon barefoot on your porch.
Longing for spring and summer,
smonster
March 14, 2007 at 12:40 am
COME VISIT US! COOOOOOOME!!! You know you want too!
March 14, 2007 at 12:40 am
But the western shirt is what makes it!!!