Dear 90210 Season One,
I waited so long and patiently for you, just like I am American Dreams Season 2. I wonder what you think when you look back on the outfits worn during season one. I know I thought they were cool, when I originally watched the season the first time in 1990. I am a little confused though so I’ll have to do some searches on the internet, but I could’ve sworn you were all sophomores even though you keep saying you are juniors. And it does look a little funny that Andrea looks like a 40 year old but little ole David Silver looks like he’s 10. I’m just glad Andrea didn’t give up her “flower” to Brandon during the episode of the false move back to Minneapolis, it’s much better when she gives it up to Jesse Vasquez* in season 5. I’m looking forward to season 2, and I’ll be netflixing it the first chance I get.
Dear Not My Boss Guy,
I know it’s hard for you to understand the chain of command. And I can totally see why you want me to work for, but I don’t, and I finally think the director of my department has made you see that, against your better judgment. I am here for you, I will do everything I can. But I see right through your sales man tactics. And about 75% of everything you say goes in one ear and out the other when you think you are succeeding in selling me and the others around me ocean front property in Kentucky. So I ask of you….don’t berate those on my team from my department. People make mistakes, people are busy….a one time miss to a meeting does not make them a failure. It does, however, give you something to feed off on, and because I know this….I will be one step ahead of you.
Dear Coffee shop lady,
I don’t think you understand the amount of joy you fill me with when you put that little snowflake thicker-than-a-sticker sticker on the top of my coffee to stop from slurp-outs. I don’t have many slurp-outs, but I do love the snowflake. It’s festive, and I love festive. You are awesome coffee shop lady.
Dear Magic Eraser by Mr. Clean,
I love you with all my heart magic eraser. You have once again shined my kitchen up right by removing all slightly visible scuff marks that only my crazy ass can see, but I do love it anyway. Thank you for pleasing my Monica-crazy-anal self.
Sincerely to all,
BeingMcCrary
