Doppelgangers, Margaritas and Lovehandles

So I am having a doppelganger dilemma this week. Molly Neeley says Emily Blunt, but Anjana Rajan says Jessica Biel. I don't necessarily agree with either, but I have posted these comparisons so that you the people can decide. I encourage you to cast your vote, whether on here or on facebook. I must have this settled once and for all. So,

Emily Blunt or Jessica Biel

Don't let your voice go unheard!

Well now that that's over with I'm going to debrief you on my week before I divulge into my letters. I'm exhausted- I started every day at 6 and couldn't stop until 10, which leaves me feeling a little overloaded, stressed and a little "half glass empty." I tried very hard to keep this week's letters as positive as possible, but if a couple of seem a bit, erm, frustrated, I'm sorry. These letters are from the week of Feb. 15-20

Dear MC Hammer- Your response to the Gamma arm pose "Ah naw man that's way too soft"- that's what she said.

Dear Newly Engaged- Love you guys, but you always trump whatever cool status I think I've got going on. None the less, Congratulations.

Dear Foot steps I heard while home by myself- I was soooooo close to pulling out my cello end pin to use as a weapon- I'm glad that you turned out to be my sister.

Dear Quads- Although your appearance is a little more muscular than I'm used to, you are making it a lot easier to walk around with my cello, and for that I am grateful

Dear Ultimate Rita at Louie's Bar and Grille- I have begun the process of working you into my budget, and I'm trying to decide how many of you I want for Cinco De Mayo. You are that good.

Dear Veggie Panini- You were good until I spotted butt crack across the room.

Dear Letters- You seem to be getting longer and longer.

Dear Running Shorts with built in underwear- Good on you, who has time to put on shorts AND underwear nowadays?

Dear Pregnant Olympian- WOW! DEDICATION! Oh, your sport is curling? Pshhhh.

Dear Spangles- I'll admit that before I was a vegetarian your western burger and gyro wrap were good, but a seafood crab on pita sounds just as horrible as your commercials.

Dear Shirt- I've worn you in public twice and just now found that stupid little "Medium" sticker. Daaaaaaaangit.

Dear Emily Blunt and Jessica Biel- Maybe I'm going about this all wrong- One of you had Michael Buble, and one has Justin Timberlake.... Which one would you pick, ladies?

Dear Ashley- I'm ready for your next kid and to be an aunt for 7th time- I just really hope you aren't trying to tide mom over until I start having kids because that's gonna be a while.

Dear Work, Typically when I'm running a smidge late, I buy everyone breakfast pastries to make up for it- so YOU'RE WELCOME.

Black eyed peas- I may be a white girl, but so is Fergie, therefore I am not ashamed to blast "I'mma Be" and jam in my car, explicit lyrics and all.


Dear Bobby Bones- if I may quote you, "You won't see a good lookin' guy with a busted chick nearly as often as you'll see attractive women with busted guys" This is why sometimes I sacrifice my NPR time for you.

Dear High Heels- I've been wearing you more and more and you've been hurting
my feet less and less. I'm becoming a real woman.

Dear Lovehandles- So about half of my ab exercises are actually prone to increase you in size. NO FRIGGIN WONDER YOU WEREN'T GOING AWAY!

Dear Anjana- Thanks for the sweet things you said. And for the generic YET HELPFUL advice :P

Dear Ladies- 2 tickets to the WWE and $20 to burger king- that's what 96.3 is offering you for a date night. It's all yours baby

Dear Thirsty Thursdays- I think the cops have caught onto you, because I saw 4 people get pulled over last night before I was even halfway home from rehearsal.

Dear Pedestrians- You're just lucky I met my quota for the week when I hit that kid earlier.

Dear Manny- ready to get my margarita fix. Let's go!

Dear Ice Pellets- OUCH. You made my run slightly less enjoyable.

Dear Truck- I couldn't see my breath before you drove by, and then I exhaled your exhaust. That can't be good for me.

Dear Father- I know I'm your red headed step child now, but I hope you can still love me :P


Love Always,
Gnarleigh

P.S.- I didn't really run over a kid. But I would be pissed if I was taken to see the WWE for a date.