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Dear Wednesday

Dear Wednesday,
Thank you for letting me sleep in. :) It was muchly appreciated.

Dear Victoria's Secret,
Goodbye. I put in my two weeks notice yesterday. I hope you don't miss me too much. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Dear Campus Bookstore,
Thank you for hiring me. Thank you for hiring me on the spot. I have high hopes that things will be much more enjoyable with you. Plus, you aren't open on Sundays, so I won't have to worry about that. But alas, you are just a temporary job for the start. I will work my butt off. Hopefully that will be enough to stay.

Dear Traffic,
Thank you for letting me get to where I needed to be on time, twice. :)

Dear Ginger,
Thanks for waking me up at four in the morning because you wanted a treat. And when said treat went under the stove, you wanted another one. Then you wouldn't come back to bed because you wanted to get the treat under the stove. You're a dork. But I still love you.

Dear Family,
Thank you for the fun day yesterday. Who knew Costco was such an amazing place?

Dear Walmart,
Thanks for the massive bruise/cut on my leg.

Dear Michael,
Thanks for putting up with me, and letting me wear your hat. So that I could take these silly pictures.




Dear Smartcars,
Thanks for amusing me.

Dear Birdies,
Why did you all fly away before I could take a picture of you all? Why were you all sitting in my yard? I love you all though. 

Dear Bloom,
You are an amazing book. Inspiring. Definitely worth the read. 

Dear Wednesday,
What else do you have in store for me? :)



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