restless

Dear future husband and/or cat,

I'm a tosser-turner at night. I don't kick people per se, and I don't hog the bed; I can even share a twin bed comfortably, but I stir a lot in my sleep. I stir so much that my fitted sheets routinely come off the bed. I end up sleeping on a bare mattress most nights because I'm too lazy to redo the fitted sheet everyday. (Putting on a fitted sheet can be quite frustrating with one person.) I imagine with two people, redoing the fitted sheet won't be such a hassle, so maybe this won't be such a problem. However, if you are a cat, you will be of no help, so the bed will probably remain sheet-less.

I hope a disheveled bed isn't too much of a deal breaker. What I lack in bed aesthetics, I make up for in superb spooning skills. Just so you know.

Love,

Tanya

maybe maybe

Dear large, white envelope,

Pllllleeeeeease come tomorrow.

Love,

The ever-patient Tanya

trying to be optimistic

This is the last time I will be cramming for awhile.

Just have to make it to Thursday...

Dear Universe,

Please help me do it all.

Love, Tanya

progress

Ladies and gentlemen, today is Phase 2.

This means, I start running a lot to a.) undo all the massive caloric damage I put on my body the past couple of days and more importantly b.) to put the past behind me in a more concrete sense...like Forrest Gump.

Dear Long Freaking Run,

Let's get together again.

Love, Tanya

ugggghhhhh

Concert is actually more fun than I thought it would be.

But I have a sugar coma right now. I want to pass out and vomit and curl in a ball all at the same time.

Dear Body,

Please do not blow up like a balloon tomorrow. I still need to fit in my costumes.

Thanks,

Tanya

Okay this is the last of the melodrama

Operation: Emotional Homeostasis is in full force.

This means I should probably open my eyes and move on.

It was fun while it lasted.

Dear Future,

You better have a lot in store for me.

Love,

Tanya

note to self

Dear Tanya,

Stop being such a stupid girl.

Love,

The left side of your brain

low

Dear World,

Watch out because I can be a really mean person sometimes--especially to people who don't deserve it.

--Tanya

FYI

Dear future roommate, husband, cat, etc.:

I can't keep my room clean. I keep blaming it on my lack of space, but it's probably just me. I thought I would give you a fair warning. But I have a stellar shower voice, and I make a mean vegetarian chili, so there are some perks to living with me.

Love, Tanya

Oops

To the onlookers of the Regency Apartments at approximately 12:13 a.m. January 7, 2011:

I'm sorry that you saw more of me than you cared to know. Please accept my sincerest regrets.

Love, Tanya



So, my apartment window faces the road and sidewalk that everyone files through to get to their apartments. Sometimes my roommate leaves the blinds open. I forgot this one night, and got completely undressed when I looked up and realized that my room was a shining beacon to the viewers of the night. Merry Belated Christmas.

Letters

Dear Earth,
Sorry I took three showers today. I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to stay in the pool or not.

Dear Blogger website,
Can you somehow block the Asian spammers from commenting on my blog? [Or to be politically correct, the racially anonymous people who write in an Asian language] Thanks.

Dear John Butler,
You are hot. Your band was on fire last night. Thank you for putting your soul on the stage and letting everyone partake. I just love everything you do. Thanks for not forgetting what music is all about.

Dear You,
That isn't the only reason I talk to you. I hope I'm not being too weird.

Dear Facebook,
We need to break up for a bit. And could you please not leave the notification number up when there are no new notifications? It sets off my OCD. Thanks.