Dearest California,
I finally made my plane reservation! Next month we will be reunited, for an extended weekend.
I started a list of everything I miss about you…but it got really long (and depressing). It began to resemble the ad space at the back of high school year books that are full of useless acroynms, forgotten and meaningless shortly after graduation.
The Cliff Notes version is that I cannot wait to put my arms around all my loved ones! Oh the places we will go! The beach! San Francisco! And numerous bars with far less ridiculous drinking laws than Utah! Oh! My! The fun we will have!
Devotedly,
Pants
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Have you ever hoped that someone would call you after you stopped dating they dumped you? Or that maybe you would run into each other when you are fifty-five pounds lighter and all kinds of smoking hot?
Having recently experienced all of the above, I can safely say, “What the fuck was I thinking?!” I don’t want him to want me! Of course he didn’t deserve me. There was no need to speak with him to realize that he is a dope. I proved that to myself by seeing him from a distance and hiding on the toothpaste aisle.
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Dearest California,
