Dear Rain,
Go away. And no, you may not come back another day, you have been here for quite enough days in a row already. People's moods are becoming darker with every droplet of precipitation that you fling at us, and it would be nice if you laid off for a bit.
Sincerely,
Sodden and Mildly Irritated
Dear Self,
Go back to the gym. I'm not kidding. It really isn't funny anymore.
No love,
Girl who refuses to bulk up for the winter
Dear Milanos,
STOP LOOKING AT ME! And tell your friend the Oreo that his blatant eyeballing is becoming uncomfortable. I don't want to sit at your cool-kids table, I want to stay at the loser table with my friends Bran and Fiber and not succumb to your bad influences.
Unrequited Love,
Fat kid at heart (and unfortunately in reality)