friday's letters

dear mary kate olsen: you look like youre the same age as your boyfriends daughter. as in 11 years young. slightly creepy. (and a little trashy with the greasy hair and cig, no?)

exhibit a

dear blythe at toni & guy: i may be coming to see you in the morning. my hair's a mess. dear dad: were you serious when you said i should get a puppy? because i want one since riley lives with you. let's adopt rufus or chester. dear joe my landlord: i hope it's ok with you if i get a pet since i discovered yesterday that the girl across the hall from me, and the people on the second and third floor all actually have dogs. i'm thinking you just were kidding when you said no pets. dear girl who made me upset at work today: i know you were full of it when you complained about me to my manager and i hope you get a big pimple in the middle of your forehead on the morning you have to do something really important. because i know i didn't do what you said i did and therefore you were just fishing for a free giftcard. bite me. dear life: slow down. dear guy at work who talks about everyone and then asks me if i like them: um, first of all im new, so yes, i like everyone. second-- even if i didn't like someone, i definitely wouldn't be telling you. dear teen mom: why have i started watching you again? and why can't i look away. it's like watching a train wreck happening and not being able to look away. dear straightener: curlyhairdontcare. be like a bear and go hibernate..for the summer. hairissueslikewoah.

happy friday kiddies!

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

Sarah

friday's letters

dear friday: are you really here again? wow, that was a quick week. dear myself: why are you so awkward around new people. you stutter, you answer questions in a weird way, you make yourself sound like a b. dear dvr: you're like the greatest thing ever invented. besides, you know, electricty, the wheel and moving vehicles. dear hair: ofcourse you look better now when i'm home with no one to see me, instead of when I was at work for six hours. dear my new coworkers: let's get over this "i'm one of the new girls" business and head straight to the part where you want to get to know me and invite me out for after work drinks. i fall somewhere in the middle of your age ranges and have already discovered that we enjoy the same music, love of tattoos for some of you, and good taste in nail polish (again, for some of you). letsgettoit. dear my new profession: i hope i can get a handle on you. i need the money desperately. dear kid who almost punchd me in the face: i'm sorry for whatever is troubling you in life. i may never see you again, but i hope you turn out okay. dear coronarita: you looked pretty delish today when i saw tray after tray of you going out to guests. we are about to become best friends, i can tell. dear julie: thanks for making me go to kickboxing again yesterday. i was miserable and tired, but i really like the punching part. and today i felt sore all over the place, but i liked it anyway, it made me feel accomplished. let's go all the time when we can afford it. and let's actually go, not like our pretend gym membership. dearest etsy shop: i hope you work out. i like to make things, and it would be great if i could make some money off of it. besides, you're never too old to wear a bow. because being awesome is just something you have naturally.

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

xo
Sarah

friday's letters

dear random facebook friends: why are we friends? i don't like you in real life, so why did i accept your friend request?( or am even guilty of sending a friend request to you) i think we should break up. it's not you, it's me.... but it's really you. dear suncreen: you did your best, you really did. i sort of foiled your plan by sitting in the sun for hours longer than expected. i'll try harder next time, promise. dear everyone i know: please stop being so reckless with your lives. in the last few months i have known entirely too many people who have died from things out of their control. one of my former students is only 17 and was just diagnosed with lukemia. she's the second one of my students in my year and a half of teaching. and it's just not fair. so please, stop being so reckless with your lives. life is precious.  dear whoever makes these decisions: why do you make bad things happen to people with so much left to give the world? it's just not fair. dear match.com: let's get it together. you have my parameters so why did i get matched with a man going through gender reassignment surgery to become a woman? how does that even make sense on here? dear rufus: i would like to adopt you, but i don't have a yard. you're adorable though, and i really really reallllly want you to come live with me. really. dear rhode island: why don't you have pizza or bagels that compare to the ones i was raised with in new york? let's face it, there's no place like home. dear my adorable little apartment: you're perfect and i never, ever want to leave you. thanks for being all mine. dear mom, dad & andrew: every time you come to visit me, i never want you to leave. i miss you, even though i don't want to ever move back home. dear everyone i know, again: sorry for always talking about wanting a boyfriend, searching for a boyfriends, waiting for a boyfriend, and everything else boyfriend-less related. i'm gonna tone it down a bit. okay, well i'll try. it'll happen right? right. and when i do i hope he's as amazing as this guy. click that, you wont be sorry, it;s amazinggg. dearest accessory monster shoppers such as myself: want to shop for some gorg jewelry? my friend julie & i are hosting an online party starting on saturday the 8th and will be open until the end of the month so please check it out if you loveeee pretty things as much as i do, pretty pretty shiny things!. and last but most definitely not least, dear my seemingly endless bottles of moscato: thanks for being so crisp and delicious when i need you. yums.

go check out some other friday letters over with ashley !

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

xo

Sarah

little letters

{or saturday's letters as it seems}

dearest adopted students: looks like we'll be hanging out together for another four weeks. guess we can't be twitter friends justtttt yet. (or ever.) dear dream job: will you be mine? please, pretty please? dear mane of mine: thanks for being awesome these last few days. if only you'd grow to some luscious great lengths in the blink of an eye. dear dphie: thanks for reminding me why i chose to be a part of this experience so many years ago, and renewing my love of a bigger sisterhood. dear hope high school track: you were exactly what i needed the other day. doing laps on your bright rubber track turf thingy surface made me feel accomplished especially since i was there by choice and not because someone was yelling at me to run. (ohhhh, high school memoriesssss) dear LBD: apparently everyone has a go to one hanging in their closests. i am not one of those people, but i finally found one i love and got it in two sizes, my current size and a smaller one, yep. get going diet, keep it up. Dear Alice in Wonderland, all the Narnia movies and all the Harry Potter movies:  how many times can I watch you this weekend? so far I've got one Harry, one Narnia and two Alice viewings done and done. and saturdays not even over yet. Dear South Carolina: i want you to be my home. i know you're mad since i moved further north instead, but i'll get there i promise. Dear nest on my head, again: i know you've finally quit on cooperating with me {except for your rare behavior tis week} but when you do grow to great lengths sometime in the future i plan on doing this, this or this so get growing. dear anyone i talk to, and by talk i mean text: if i ask you what you're doing, the polite thing to do is ask what i am doing as well, even if you don't care. i acknowledge tons of convos i could care less about on a daily basis, i'd appreciate it if you'd fake it sometimes for me too. dear crockpot: loveyou, you self sufficient pot of love, you. dear top knots: you've replaced my go to braid for last minute hairstyles. three bobby pins and im good to go? sold. dear mustache jokes and paraphenalia: you make everything better. Dear self: something about hearing people call you Ms. Cort a million times a day never gets old, and yet never sounds normal at the same time. Still think someone is talking to me when i hear "Sarah?" get used to it. dear guy i met online: you seemed legit, and we had a mutual friend in common so i was more willing to give this whole online thing a shot. we had plans to meet, and then i stopped hearing from you two days before our plans and haven't since. so why are we facebook friends? you want to know about my life, but not actually meet me in person? ohok. dear genetics: thanks for keeping me looking young. it might get annoying having people mistake me for a student on the regular, but...it did come in handy yesterday when i decided lunch duty was the most boring experience of my life and decided to blend myself in with the students and slowly back my way out of the caf.

and...that's all. (or way too much)

Happy weekend lovebugs!

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

xo

Sarah

see? everything better.