some notes.

A few letters of my own:

Dear Mr. Polanski,

Please just go to prison already. I'm tired of you and your Hollywood supporters.

Dear John Krasinski, 

I didn't think you could get any cuter. But after this? Well, let's just say my mind has changed.

Dear Coach Meyer,

I hope Tebow's concussion put things in perspective for you. Seriously, get over yourself. Football just isn't worth it. 

Dear Conan,

I wish you came on earlier. I'm sleep deprived thanks to you. But I do think I have a solution. How about you replace Jay? I think we'd all like you better.

Dear Glee,

You're my favorite new show. When will the soundtrack be out?

Dear David,

This might be favorite one yet. I wish I could write like you.

Dear new job,

So, I think this might work.

Dear Tallahassee,

This weather reminds me why I love you. Keep it coming. 

Dear Kathleen Kelly,

You remain my fall fashion inspiration. And I want to be you.

Dear husband,

Thanks for picking up the slack while I get used to my new job. It's not going unnoticed.

Dear life,

I love you.