(stolen from falwyn at quaking aspen)
Dear sunset: that weird creepy red / pink Apocalyptic-y thing you did the other night was really friggin' cool. Would it have killed you to do it on a day when I had my camera at work??
Dear giant work project: Thank you so very much for turning out well, and thank you ever so much for finally (finally) coming to an end.
Dear first half of November: Wait, where are you?
Dear Christmas: Just take your time. Please.
Dear upstairs neighbor: What the hell are you doing? Building furniture? Crushing rocks on the kitchen floor? Demolition? STFU, dude!
Dear Target: You know I love you and always will. But why, for the love of sweet baby Jesus, do you make the spaces between your clothing racks so narrow? I must have a cart to buy large quantities of your product. If you make it impossible to get a cart through your product areas, I will not be able to buy as much of it.
Dear TAPS: *heart!*
Dear NaBloPoMo friends, new and old: You guys rock. I'm looking forward to December, when I'll have more time to explore the vast blogroll that we all call home.
Dear Project Runway: Finally, at long last, you have returned to me! Oh, my precious, how I have missed you!