Dear Frenchman

Someone told me today they liked my blog, so I feel a little obligated to write another one. I hesitate to do so simply because I have no specific topic in mind and it could end up sounding like a Xanga entry I wrote back in high school. The pseudo depressing Mute Math song playing on my iTunes probably isn't going to help the situation. Perhaps just a few letters to get caught up on life.

Dear Headache,

Ow.

Dear Christmas Tree,

With as many lights as my mother put in you, you will probably end up burning down our house.

Dear Mute Math,

Oh. You're on repeat. Let's take care of that.

Dear Jeff Buckley,

I did not realize I had listened to Hallelujah 156 times.

Dear Exercise Ball,

Sitting on you makes me feel like a cartoon character. More so than driving in my bug.

Dear Europe Fund,

So far you will get me to Europe. Until further resources appear I might be stuck there.

Dear Santa,

Mustache cork screw, please and thank you.

Dear New Year,

Please bring something new. Besides yourself.

Dear Nameless Rental Cello,

I miss Felix. My real cello. Go home.

LoveAlways,

Gnarleigh

PS- Late night blogging just isn't a good idea.