Dear Law & Order SVU,

Why are you so compelling? I could watch you all day even though each episode is basically the same.

Love,
Me

Dear Science,

Why haven't nano-robots hit the consumer market yet? I just saw The Day The Earth Stood Still and let me tell you the carnage I would bring down on untold millions if I had me some of those nano-bugs.

Oh wait, I do have a nano-bug. Not as much potential for doom-bringing, but just as fun, I got him in my stocking for christmas. His name is Skynet Mini T. Bug. But he needs pals. Small microscopic pals that will eat your football stadiums and the entire cast of Jersey Shore and the guy who came up with the idea in the first place.

I'd have the little robo-bug cloud form some sort of scary shape as it decended upon things too. I mean a shapeless mass that will devour you is scary, but a shapeless mass that turnes into a giant t-rex! Terrifying.

So Science, I'll wait. But be sure that bug-like nano robots are on my list at the Bed Bath & Beyond gift registry. The world will be ours soon, Skynet Mini T. Bug, soon.

Hopefully Yours,
Holly

Dear Inner Child,

Why do you make me want to spend my money on foolish crap? Sure getting a paint by numbers or some silly putty or a slinky sounds WICKED awesome right now, but we all know that once I get my hands on said merchandise my imagination will fail me.

The once magical childhood memory of said item will disolve into the reality that silly putty sucked then and it sucks now.

I could have spent that $2.50 on a coffee from Dunkies. Instead I have putty in a plastic egg. At least it still smell neat.

Buyer's Remorsefully Yours,
Holly

Dear New Blog,

I like that my middle name has no vowels. Technically speaking. I know that's the type of crap you probably don't care about and I just wanted to say "Well fuck you too, Blog." I'm supposed to be able to write that stuff here and eventually someone will come along, find it charming and follow me here and on twitter and possibly in my town, with a black van and plans on kidnapping me later.

Spitefully Yours,
Holly


P.S. I look forward to writing in you. Hm, that sounds dirty. Not what I had intended.