To Whom It May Concern

Dear August,

As usual, you were one crazy month. However, you remain one of my favorite months. You bring the return of routine, the anticipation of fall things, and school.


Dear Breaking Bad,
You were interesting in the beginning, but then you weren't. But now you're kind of getting interesting again. I'm currently watching season 3, and here are some thoughts:
I love those Mexican cousins, I want to punch Skyler in the face, and I want to hang out with Pinkman. Yo.

Dear Football,
I love you. There's no other way to say it. I am glad you're back.

Dear Random Sorority Girl,
I can only assume that when you asked if I was the mother of another sorority girl that you are just horrible at judging people's ages. I'm going to guess that you think that 12 year olds look 32. And that 50 year olds look 103.
I just hope that you are never the witness to a crime.
"Yeah, officer. The guy was like 9 feet tall and probably around 97 years old."
They will be searching for a non-existent anciet giant for years.

Sincerely,
Emily