Dear Cruiser Tables
I walk slowly into the room. You are standing there, stately with your shinny black linen, waiting for the crowds to arrive. The moment is dream like…no perfect. FAST FORWARD 4 HOURS. HORROR! The effort to remove your three simple parts… Challenging. The patients to bring you back to the office for pick-up tomorrow…God Like. Listening to the church bell like chimming as you fall across the college floor for the third time… Frustrating. How can something so awkward and mundane bring so much life and sparkle to a crowd full of people? My hat off to you cruiser tables for being both my saving grace and my worse nightmare.
Dear J.K. Rowling,
Your books still continue to make me happy, 14 years later. Your wit and humor make me giggle, and your style of writing still keeps me on the edge of my seat when I’ve read the book 10 times before. Write a prequel please?
Dear Rummage Pocket Girl,
Today at lunch something magical and funny happened. You know that moment just before you open your wallet to get out your debit/credit card to pay the bill? Well in that moment today the girl sitting across from me pulls out a WAD of cards from a “pocket”! Yes, not a wallet but a pocket. With a quick spreading of cards, the right one was selected and things moved along.
As someone who eats out two meals a day, every day for years - I have never seen anything like this. If having your cards sorted into neat little slots and all facing the same way bothers the hell out of you consider the card pocket! She did.
Dear SPSPSP
This morning there was an 8:00am debrief on the recommendations of the SPSP for SP (Strategic Partnerships; my department). So my love of 8am meetings aside, this was an amazing excerise and I have got to say I love the Corporate and Business Development Team. We will still spend lots of time together as I move to Academic Development. See you from the otherside.
After something like that you want to play even harder. You can’t let each other down. You can’t fall down and not get up.”
~ Tab Daschle
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Dear Super Mario Bros,
After what must feel like an eternity of being constantly thrown down holes, pipes, off cliffs, and slammed into enimies of all descriptions remember that children everywhere require you to get back up off your ASS and play the game again!
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Dear Housewife,
Welcome to Tumblr. I feel as though you’ll be able to fill many aimless hours here as you tidy up around your stately home. Housewife is also a term use in the 18th century to refer to sewing kit or mending kit where people usually kept toiletries. When I stop and think about this term, I can understand now why someone would keep you around for sewing… So in the spirit of supporting your true cause… MEND MY SOCKS!
Dear STUDIO51
Honestly, do you consider your car a dance studio? If so, what sort of dance are you doing / teaching? And if your car is not a dance studio, do you dance at Studio 51? Is there a Studio 51? *goes to google* Turns out you could be the British owner of Studio Fifty One - Framing, Printing and Graphic Design Solutions or a number of other entertainment businesses not located in Ottawa. Well whoever you are, I’m a fan. Keep on dancing - just not while you’re driving
Dear Unlabeled Containers
Up until now, I thought we had a pretty awesome system going on. I knew what you were and you kept yourselves in order. Then something went terribly wrong and you destroyed my bowl of cereal with a sprinkling of salt instead of sugar. Tasty? I think not. Result: You’re going to get replaced with a set that I can write on. AHAHAH.
Dear Pixeljacks,
Your commitment to ensuring that everyone has a quality Cursors is awesome but where do all of these cursors come from? Oh what’s that? Just head on up past Capslock Road and take a right into the Pixeljack Forest. Thanks guys!
Dear Old Man Hip
I am tired of these endless games of risk we play. Today I need you to be in top performance so pick it up already and stop making noises like a child jumping on bubble pop paper. THANK YOU
