Dear Bloggers,
I promise I’ll make a real post with real pictures. Later.

Dear My House,
I love you.

Dear New Gym Near Work,
Why so many creepy, leering old men in the morning?

Dear Deadlifts,
My buns hurt.

Dear Extended Family,
Could you pick a worse time to visit?

Dear Oil-Based Primer,
You may leave my legs albino tiger-striped for a week, but you cover ugly cabinets so well that I don’t even mind. I’ll call it a fashion statement.

Dear World,
I am really happy with life right now.