cause you're dead wrong.

Dear giant, purple, black, and yellow lump of a bruise on my thigh, you're thankfully slowly fading but you make me smile because I love the days when I'm rushing around too busy to notice sharp, edges jutting out.  Dear plastic cup that sat in our shower for at least a month or two holding our razors, sweet marie absentmindedly washed you and put you back in the cabinet. So hilarious that she's the one that decided to drink out of you today. I'm still chuckling.  Dear Ru Sans Dollar Sushi Pieces, I'm been thinking about you nonstop between the hours of 2pm and 4 pm everyday. You were also the perfect place for dinner on valentine's day. I seriously love cheap, simple food. But gluten free and dairy free still though, let's not try to pretend I'm that low maintenance.  Dear Upstairs Bourbon Street, you make me feel like a child every time. You have no idea how much I secretly love you. I get so excited anytime someone suggests you. I will always be content to climb up on a booth, sing and solo dance my heart out.  Dear Ava and Ashley, you two are incredible but I just want to reiterate that the men at chick-fil-a are basically paid to flirt with us. But sure, let's pretend there's really nothing they'd rather be doing than refilling our arnold palmers. They certainly good do a swell job of convincing us.  Dear rainy Sunday afternoon, I spend you blissfully curled back up in bed under all my blankets and pillows.  Dear Mackenzie, I am so incredible proud of you for being selected for your scholarship. I think you are remarkable, and I promise that's not just because we share the same DNA.  Dear nameless walker's barista, You told you could make my vanilla chai latte anyway I wanted. that you could even make it with whiskey.