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Dear Tuesday

Dear Tuesday,
You turned out to be a great day.

Dear Batman,
I can't believe Christian Bale came here, on his own. When I heard the news I couldn't stop smiling and got goosebumps. I have a new respect for him now. Go Batman!

Dear Razor,
I'm growing out my armpit hair in protest of the bestby leaving again. It seems like the right thing to do. Plus, it'll be so satisfactory to shave next week! Woo!

Dear Library,
Why are you filled with so many sad books? Well, let me rephrase that. Why was every book I picked up about serial killers or sleeping with a teacher? I want to read a happy book. Next time I will come with a list. Your air conditioning was muchly needed though. And I love your comfy couches in the political section, my bum needed it. Thanks for a great day.

Dear Dorm,
I'll be moving in a couple of weeks. I'm getting pretty excited and sad at the same time.

Dear Water,
I can't get enough of you.

Dear Camera,
I need to put you back in my purse so I can take pictures.

Dear Wednesday,
I'll be waiting.
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  1. Shelby ClarkJuly 25, 2012 at 12:42 AM

    Have you read The Help?? Such a great read AND a happy book! Or how about Bossy Pants by Tina Fey?? That one is on my list of books to read soon. I have heard it is pee-your-pants funny! :)

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    1. KyleeJuly 27, 2012 at 9:47 AM

      I literaelly had The Help in my hand and then put it down! I'll have to get it next time. And I love Tina Fey, I'll definitely have to read that! Thanks for the suggestions!

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  2. UnknownJuly 27, 2012 at 8:45 AM

    I love libraries, but it's so hard to find a good book sometimes. I peruse Amazon and Good Reads for ideas. My sister is trying to get me to read the Wretched of Muirwood but I haven't gotten into it yet.

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    1. KyleeJuly 27, 2012 at 9:48 AM

      So true! I just have to remember to make a list before I go. That sounds like an interesting book, maybe I'll try it!

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