Ten Letters to the World

Dear Prince Harry,

I do not find you attractive. I'm not sure why everyone else keeps talking about you like it's so great that you're still single. "Don't worry, Harry's still single." Gag me. You are a ginger and not cute.

Dear Anthropologie, Nordstrom, and Piperlime,

Please stop having sales. My checking account and credit card still have not recovered from New York back in March. Plus I'm going to be a starving student again soon. And I have a shopping addiction that I need to find some kind of solution for.

Dear hair,

Please start growing. I wish you were long and flowy.

Dear body,

I'm sorry that one week I am so hard on you at the gym and wreck you on mountain bike rides, with tennis serves, and Lori's power pump class in an effort to be more active, and then next I decide to be lazy and stuff you with all kinds of food. I will try to be more consistant all around.

Also on that note,

Dear Gym,

I'm going to try and visit you more. I'm kind of being a bad friend that lies and says I'm going to come visit you and then ditches you for my cooler friends, tv and bed. But I miss you and it's summer, so we're going to hang out more.

Dear Miranda Lambert,

If you were going to steal my boyfriend, Blake Shelton, at least you could have worn a cuter wedding dress. Usually I like you, but right now we're fighting.

Dear Chedder-Jalapeno Cheetos,

Stop staring at me everytime I walk past you at the gas station. Yes, you are deliciously spicy and cheesy, but you also make my thighs jiggle and I do not have time for you right now. Plus you kind of look disgusting on paper.

Dear Weather in Utah,

I hate you. Period.

Dear Kelly Osbourne,

You are one lucky Biotch. I do not understand why you are on Fashion Police. You do not have cute style. Your hair is terrible. And you're not very funny. How you got that job and have kept it I will never know.

Dear I-15,

You're the worst part of my day. At some point in the day I get stuck somewhere on you and you make me late or it takes 4 times longer than it should for me to get somewhere. Really? I live in Utah, not Southern California. Can we please get this construction sped up a little bit? Thanks.

I've decided.

Chuck Bass is my city boyfriend and Blake Shelton is my country boy.

I think I will always be in love with Chuck. He's cocky and arrogant, yes...but come on, what girl doesn't fall for a guy like that every now and again. You want your guy to be a little bit like that right? But he's so cute to Blair when they're in love. And what girl doesn't want a guy to be completely in love with them and go after them the way he is lately. (Ahh this show is frustrating me so much ps!)

But then there is Blake...move over Miranda Lambert...I'm gonna steal him! I love his voice, I love that he's country, and he's so hot! Also he seems super funny. He was on Chelsey Lately talking about "The Voice" (which by the way I've been loving!) and he was cracking me up. He just seems like a real man. Not the guy who is going to want to help you decorate the house...he'd want to build the house. Ha. Anyway, I've already secretly wanted a cowboy. So Blake, you get to be my new bf. Sound good to you? Great.