I always pictured people who created blogs the type who layed around in their apartments in woolen sweaters typing furiously at the crack of dawn; thick black glasses reflecting the the light from the computer screen with a lit cigarette glowing under an ashtry, smoke curling up as creative genius empty into the world. An "Underdog Writer" An enigmatic soul reaching out to the intellectual community.... As attractive as that sounds, I am none of those things. I cannot claim that I am an artist or have anything to say that an intellectual community can appreciate. I need spell check and have conflicting thoughts most days But I figure that in this world too many CRAZY things happen to NOT say anything. This blog's purpose is to muse on those things. So those of you who volunteer your time to read this Welcome to Dear World :)

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The old man is snoring

It's raining AGAIN! and today I actually do miss someone.
But instead of dwelling on the negative I have another  letter dedicated to Baby Squirrel


Dear Baby Squirrel, 
Thanks for changing back to your former attire! You are twenty times cuter with the 80's Jeans and the crazy brown hair.  I think you actually tried to talk to me yesterday... which was almost outside of your comfort zone completely. Good effort dear, But your going to actually have to speak to make headway.
I still think you think i'm shallow for the bookstore incident.
sorry it closed down.
Ps you study alot and I liked the olive shirt better.
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