We are still not friends. I plan on doing nothing to rectify the situation since I am not the one in the wrong. You come to me when you're ready. You know where I live.
Dear self,
When in doubt remember, you are beautiful and gorgeous and wonderful and brilliant and a rock star who has enormous capacity and potential and promise. And you do amazing things.
Dear people,
Yes, Every single individual one of you. To quote Marilyn Monroe, "I'm selfish impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." That is all.
Dear world,
You're wrong. Feelings aren't good/bad/indifferent. They just are. And it's ok to sit with them and explore them and feel them. ALL. Crying is allowed, just like laughing. And even several times a day if you need it. It's ok to express unpleasant ...even sad feelings ...even in relatively public venues such as blogs. So there.
Dear Charlotte Kasl,
Your book changed my life. 
Dear bff's,You are amazing and I love you more than life itself.
Dear New York,
I miss you terribly and will come to visit soon.
Dear Facebook,
Is it really necessary to change your format every other week? I mean it's not hard to figure out the new ones, but honestly one hasn't been better than another and quite frankly all the changing is quite irritating.
Thank you for existing in the blogging world.
Dear blue sky,
I have been longing for you. Please make yourself at home and stick around for a while.
Dear dentist,
Yes, we are still friends event though you drilled through my non-numb tooth. I understand that there was nothing else that could have been done. However, this business of asking me to take an antibiotic every six hours is really pushing the limits. I sleep for more hours than six at a time, and I value my sleep more than most people understand. This business of having to set my alarm to go off one or two times in the middle of my night is not my idea of a good time, and soon I'm afraid all those I come in contact with will resent you as well. Although Starbucks may be sending you a thank-you card.
Dear bed,
Last night said it all lover.
Dear Nellie,
I appreciate you remaining in constant working condition for six whole consecutive weeks. I'm going to need you to hold on for just a bit more.
Dear blog,
This concludes my 100th post!!!!!
Sincerely to all,
Toni
