Dear everyone everywhere,

Dear Eli Young Band... 

Thank you for having a concert for me and John last night.  I didn't realize you were also inviting 500 other people...but whatevs. You were awesome as always, don't ever change. ps. I owe tall John for this picture... how perfect with the hearts and everything? And on my iPhone?  Love.
Dear Tierra's Eyebrow...

You are the sassiest brow on the block.  The way you hang out up there... you're almost acquaintances with your upstairs neighbor the Hairline.  You're so popular that you have your own twitter page.  Keep doing you, sassy! We wouldn't know the emotions of Tierrable the great without you.  
Dear Super Bowl 47...

  I don't really care about you this year.  Ravens... 49ers... eh whatever. Can we all focus on the more important Puppy Bowl over here?

amIright?
speaking of super bowl, Dear Beyonce...

I don't understand why people like you.  I haven't liked you since you started asking me if I could pay your bills back in '99.   Get over yourself Bey.  You ain't all that sister, and your baby's name is a color and a poisonous plant. I mean...
Dear Bangs...

You sure are having a moment aren't you? Between Mobama, and Swifty, you've decided to make 2013 your year.  I like to say I'm the only child who made it out of the 90's without bangs... shout out to momma bear for that one.  'preciate it moms.
Dear Weekend... Yes.