Dear Summer, It’s official — I miss you. What is this working during the summer nonsense I have gotten myself into? At any rate, do not fear my love, for I will soon possess you again.
Dear Dad, Thanks for thinking I am brave.
Dear MFA Programs, What is the reason for requesting the submission of my application packet by early December? I won’t be in the US until March, and I don’t want to take classes until August. It just seems a little soon, that’s all I’m saying (also, please let me in).
Dear Harry Potter, Look, I will readily admit that you have become decidedly less obnoxious now that I am reading The Half-Blood Prince. I just have two favors to ask: stop being a selfish prat, and decease the copious caps-locking. Thanks.
Dear DSLR, I am taking you on a walk this week. Let’s take pictures.