Dear Georgia : Um, why do use so much Styrofoam ? It's so freaking bad for the planet and yet everyone uses it for drink glasses. You know you could ban the use of them and use paper cups instead ? Oh I'm sorry I come from California and that is just our mentality. Well, I have to give you credit for recycling, there are still some places that yet to have a grip on that.
Dear Army dude from Tybee: Smoking, swearing, tattoos, bragging about your x wives and drinking beer....it's not classy. I suppose that is why you were hitting on teenage girls in bikinis because truly anyone with true intelligence would not tap into that.
Dear little or no self esteem: Okay, I have to admit it was really it was really hard to be at the beach in pants and a top. Everyone else was wearing bikinis. Yet, after watching the girls and the pseudo men for a while I realized that I am above that. Not financially, just that I realized that I am far more conservative than I thought that I was. It does not mean I am not going to break down and vote for Mitt, but I am more republican than I thought I once was.
Dear Rah Rah: You now have your new bike. I saw it today and it's nice. So, after all the crying and whining and " I should skip school to get my bike" is now over was it worth it? I am just curious what is next ? I no longer have a list of things that I need. My chicken baker arrives today and I am very excited about it's arrival.
Dear NPT: Okay, this week, not such a good week for nutrition. I keep saying to myself that tomorrow I will start a new. So, tomorrow I will....it's so freaking hot outside no excuses for protein shakes.
Dear Money Grabbers/Gold Diggers: Yes, you know who you are. One of you has to leave your husband, and the other has to surrender to the fact that however how much money you think he has, he doesn't have it. Really, you both should have checked your husbands accounts in more detail and what their annual income is. You are just destroying peoples lives for your own greed. Money can not buy love or happiness.
Dear Oprah and Mrs. Obama : I dreamed last night that we were friends. Why do I dream this ? I don't think any of us would get along. You both are very powerful, intelligent, and you would see right through me the insecure ding dong that I really am. Anyway, Michelle we really got a long well in my dream.
Oprah we got along, but in real life I don't do Oprah. I have met you ONCE Oprah, and you dissed me for an old lady in a mail order catalog jacket. You also dissed me for a lady who made hats and a homosexual who came out of the closet thanks to you. Oprah I am far FAR more fabulous than you, and I wear less make up. I'm just sayin'.
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