Dear February,

You're kind of depressing. Every day has been either bitterly cold or raining (or both). I can handle one or the other with spurts of beautiful weather in between. You know, like normal. But this dreary pattern has to stop. Now. Thanks.

Desperate for sunshine and flowers,
Me

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Dear Dallas Drivers,

Let's go over this one more time. It's just rain. It's not even raining hard. Mostly drizzling. What's more, it's not even freezing rain. Granted, a measure of caution should be observed when traveling at high speeds on wet roads, but a complete lack of reasonable thoughts and/or actions is uncalled for. If you happen to be one of those drivers that turns into a fear-struck, panic-driven, irrational nincompoop when it rains, I encourage you to stay home for the sake of the rest of the world.

Irritated because you make me late,
The car behind you riding your arse

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Dear Universe,

If you could be so kind as to (finally) give Lobster a good job, we would be ever so grateful. It's making him depressed and irritable, which is in turn making me depressed and irritable, and two depressed and irritable people living in a small space with two cats (one of which is the devil, by the way) makes for a scary household. So, please, for the love of Pete, give Lobster a great job. Today would be nice, but I'll give you until the end of the week.

Impatiently yours,
Me

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Dear Football Season,

Thank God you're over. I'm taking back my t.v.

Good riddance,
Not a fan (unless it's Longhorn football)

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Dear Universe,

Hi, it's me again. Sorry, I forgot to mention that I would also be really appreciative if you could lead me in the right direction with my career. I need more creativity and less billable hours. If you could work on that right after you give Lobster a job, that would rock.

Still impatient,
Me (again)

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Dear Monday,

Sigh.

Me