On Our Way To Crazy

Dear Gap,

You are on a roll lately. I have gotten so much stuff from you for so very little money. I love your coupons. I love your sales. I love your sweaters and your tall socks. Thanks for keeping me from walking around naked.

Warm and stripey,
Brandi

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Dear Group magazine,

Where have you been all my life? You are so full of information and resources and general awesomeness. I have been flying solo and pulling from my own brain for way too long, and you are replenishing me and stretching my creativity. My junior highers thank you.

Shooting rockets across the office,
Brandi

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Dear Brendan Fraser,

How on earth are you still famous?

Thinking you peaked in Encino Man,
Brandi

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Dear Southwest Airlines,

I don’t always love you. I don’t love fighting for a seat and an armrest and I really hate that snack mix stuff you always serve me and how I can’t fly straight to Dallas from Nashville. But I love your affordable rates in December that are allowing us to cut twenty hours off our holiday drive time. Twenty hours! I hate making that trip. Thank you for taking it away from me.

Resting my eyes in the middle seat,
Brandi

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Dear Rhino Theatrical,

I don’t care what Aaron says, my fireplace DVD is super cool and everyone knows it.

Thanks for making it,
Brandi

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Dear perfect flat and tall boots that are well made and cheap,

Where are you? Why can’t I find you? You are either too small at the top, or you have a weird heel, or you’re fake leather is especially fake looking, or you cost hundreds of dollars. I know you are out there somewhere. Track me down! I’m in the book.

Tottering on those pointy heels,
Brandi

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Dear Grey’s Anatomy,

You suck. Please release me from your spell.

Seriously? Seriously,
Brandi