dear spencer the rotweiller in the apartment below me,
just because you're getting bigger, it doesn't mean your bark has to get louder. okay, yes, i realize it probably does.
dear rachel my new hairstylist,
i believe a would-you-rather my husband concocted having to do with a hairstylist who compassionately bases hairstyles on personalities vs. a human windmill may have inspired me to share personal details of my life that i would not have otherwise volunteered during a hair goal discussion. i am, however, pleased with the results. thank you.
dear low-quality music that i'm pretty sure is low-quality but i don't actually think is bad,
i like you. a lot. here's lookin' at you, mmm-bop. you too, ashlee simpson. no, seriously.
dear almost-asleep-but-not-actually-asleep mode,
you're not too bad.
loooooooove,
jessie
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hahah! love this. I know *exactly* that state of mind, in between awake and asleep. I often drift in that state of mind while nursing the baby to sleep, and my thoughts are also weird and funny in that state.
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