Dear Oregonian Weatherpeople,

I am aware that yours is not an exact science persay, but it would be really (extremely) nice of you to refrain from using the words "this will be the nicest day we see for quite a while" in your forecast on my day off.
Thank you.

Sincerely,

*almost* missing the snow in WI

Me

Dear fuckshow who stole my bike off my back porch when I was in Portland last,

yes, I know that I am just realizing it now, but come on!!
It was chewed up by squirrels, rusty, old, and cheap!

Thanks though. At least I don't have to worry about moving it.

Dear Chinese Food,

I know that your deliciousness shouldn't be what I drown my shitty day in.
I know that the savory goodness you exude shouldn't be my treat for 45 min on the treadmill....
I just couldn't help myself.
:(

BAH.

And I hate the rain. And it is supposed to snow...BAH.
And my PS2 is broken/isn't working... :(
AND I hate Charter cable--fucking bastards should have the Brewers on right now, but no, the fucking LAME ASS Timberwolves are on--WTF?!!?!?!?!?

What a shit day this turned out to be.

Dear little boys who live upstairs,

If you think that at 9:30am (on a weekday--not even a weekend!!), when I am vacuuming my living room, when you stomp on your floor incessantly I will stop,

YOU ARE WRONG.

In fact, I may just leave the vacuum running in the middle of my living room while I blog about your asinine behavior.

Dear yellow-jackets outside my apartment,

My birdfeeder is not a new-hot-spot-location for you to build your new nest. YOU SUCK.

That is all.