Back In The 'Scow For Take Two

Dear Moscow,

You are cold. And windy. And dark. Stop that. I realize that it's only January and my propositions might be asking a lot of you, but seriously. I've only been back a couple of hours and my toes are cold.

On the plus side, it's nice to be home in my dorm room in a space that is mine. It belongs to me until the end of this new semester.

Anyway, I'm glad you're still here even though you're cold and windy and dark. Because it means you weren't destroyed by a nuclear bomb over Christmas vacation and no one broke into my dorm room and stole all of my precious belongings that I left here for safe keeping.

So in conclusion, you are going to agree to stop being chilly and windy so this semester will allow me to not freeze my limbs off. Understood?

Signed,
The College Gal Who Is Starting To Wish For Spring

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Dear New Semester,

Please. Don't. Suck.

Lurve,
Someone With Lazy Bones

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Dear Rec-Center,

Can we be BFFs? I need you to help me trim down my waist size and sculpt some stellar abs this semester. I already told Semester not to full of suck, so don't worry about his course load. That will take care of itself.

But really, I need some muscle management and it's not something I can do on my own. Promise to help? Please?

Pretty please? With sugar on top? Or maybe a cherry. You know, it just depends on your preference.

Yours,
The Fat Layer That Covers My Abdominal Area

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Dear Sunshine,

WHY do you never visit the pacific northwest during long, cold, and need I mention dark winter months? Seriously. Wyoming has clear skies, so why can't we?

Indignant,
The Fading Tan Lines On My Skin

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for putting up with my antics. Now that I'm back at school, I believe my postings should become less sporadic. Hopefully.

No Promises,
Cinderella