Photo of an Alsatian Christmas market, taken on mine and KC’s trip to Europe last year
Dear Europe: It’s super depressing that I’m not coming to visit you this year (like I did last year). Let’s remedy this situation by next Spring, yes?
Dear MAC: Your retro matte lipstick is making my life and ruining my bank account. Please stop (but don’t really stop).
Dear Weather: It seems like you’ve decided that it’s time to be almost winter. I’m excited.
Dear Fireplace: Get your a** in gear because we’re about to be besties.
Dear Shoulders: Seriously, still with the hurting? What, my remedy of not taking Advil and doing lots of pushups isn’t doing it for you?
Dear BART: Any amicable relationship we had has been severed. You’re officially on my sh** list.
Dear KC: Remember when you cleaned all the floors and then agreed to get a housecleaner? I love you.
Dear eBay: We’re newly acquainted (I’m only, what, 12 years behind?), but I’m kind of into you. You make me want to sell all the things.
Dear Thanksgiving: You make me nervous because I’ve never cooked a turkey.
Dear Wine: Thank God you exist (see above ↑).
Dear Mom and Alexis: Thank God you exist. See you both at 9am on Thanksgiving?
Dear Imaginary Blog Readers: In going through some photos on my phone, I actually found a picture of myself in no makeup, glasses, Christmas PJ pants and Mickey Mouse sweatshirt. I almost posted it.
Love, Chelsea