Dear Pottery Barn, I'm boycotting you. Okay, we both know Hugh Jackman with cheescake probably couldn't pull me away from my obsession with you... but I am a little livid. I love this table. It's beautiful and perfect for my living room. I finally convinced my frugal husband to buy it. Much to my chagrin, you don't have it in this color! Apparently you never did. Then what's with the picture? I thought false advertising was only when I wear my water bra, but boy was I wrong. Do me a favor and update your website, cause now I got a bad case of the furniture blues. Will I ever find a coffee table? Wah.
Dear Ken Follet, I don't know why but I'm obsessed with your book, Pillars of the Earth. You made me cry within the first 100 pages. Granted, I probably wouldn't have teared up like a blubbering dorkwad any other time this month... (only girls will get that joke). Seriously though, I would love to write like you.
Dear In Time, holy balls. I definitely didn't turn my TV off "in time." You had such a cool idea and yet, I felt like my eyes were bleeding the whole time. Pointless, man. Justin Timerblake, can you just stick with what we all love you for? Bring sexy back by returning to the studios and recording us an overdue album. No one wants to see your stale, crusty-crusty acting.
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