Dear spring weather in Middle Georgia:
You are usually such an enjoyable season what with your plethora of fragrant blooms, your gentle breezes that whip my hair lightly from my face so that I go around looking like a celebrity in a music video, and your temperate, sunshiny days that crisp up nicely after cool-enough-not-to-need-the-AC nights. So I really appreciate your completely considerate shift to one-million degrees this afternoon just as I was leaving for work. Keep up the trend! Sweating so much that the raging rivulets carve an actual valley between my boobs? Awesome. A family of deer and a couple of sparrows have moved in. Thanks.
Dear every, single red light from my house to work:
Thank you for managing to turn red immediately before my car arrived at each of your intersections and for staying red as long as possible even when no other vehicles were visible for three-hundred miles. Great work!
Dear air-conditioner in my car:
Thank you SO much for fucking up. TODAY!
Dear April 13, 2011:
The only way you could suck any more is if you were on Friday.