Open Letters.
Dear Swollen Glands/Cough/Snot/Sore Throat,
Please go away. I have plans this weekend. You heard me--PLANS. Plans that involve going out, bowling while drunk, and getting shitty. These plans do not include laying on my couch and supporting Kleenex's third quarter revenue tally.
Dear car,
Please magically fill with gas overnight. Thank you.
Dear NFCU,
Thank you for giving me a credit card with an interest rate that does not make me want to cry. Also, thank you for restoring my faith in the fact that someday my credit history will not be quite so abysmal. You actually gave me an APR below the average rate.
posted by K @ 4:31 PM
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