Letters to no one...

Dear new cafe here in the business school, 

 Chicken noodle, minestrone, tomato basil, potato leak and veggie are all types of soups. What's that you say? Chili is missing? No. No, it's not. Because chili is not a soup. PUHLEASE learn the difference and quick. It's cold and I want soup.

Sincerely,
  A soup-less and slightly grouchy administrative assistant

Dear Union, 
  Thanks for having a chicken Caesar salad for me.  And for giving me the chance to run into Tracey. It made the freezing cold walk back to the b school worth it.

Love, 
  A FINALLY sated girl

Dearest, darlingest Diet Coke,
  You and me, baby. Furrrrever.

All my love, 
  A girl that would marry you if it were socially acceptable

 Dear snow, 
 I know that you and I have had a love-hate relationship since my return from sunny Southern California nearly four years ago, but (and don't take this the wrong way) could you hurry up and make an appearance around these parts? It's not that I actually want you around; what with all the slushing up my drive to work and constantly putting me in mortal danger when I leave the safety of my house to do something so simple as a run to the grocery store; but I live in this thing called a desert and we kinda need you in order to make it though the summer.

Impatiently yours, 
The short girl who hates it when you get her pants wet but is willing to sacrifice for the good of the many


Dear Tuesday, 
I appreciate the time and energy that you've put forward to be more awesome than Monday. Just know that you efforts have been noted and are greatly appreciated.

Cordially yours,
A fellow Monday hater