dear weekend,

i'm so happy you're here.

love,

celeste

dear stumbleupon,

how appropriate.

dear oxford sunshine,

you are perfect for punting, the park, and pimm's.

hopefully we can hang out more when i stop

procrastinating.

love,

celeste

dear american apparel,

it's about time someone said something.

thank you.

love,

celeste

dear chaucer,

i'm still unhappy with you.

dear chaucer,

i don't really like you right now.

why is troilus and criseyde SO LONG?!

i know you were "ahead" of your time,

but it would have been nice if you were a little extra ahead...

and wrote in modern english instead of middle english :\

i much prefer you in a knight's tale this way:

love,

celeste

dear thursday morning antique market,

thank you for being so good to me.

love,

celeste

dear america,

i'm a poor student.

can you give me a little help with health insurance?

i think it's really sad that we're "one of the most advanced nations"

and yet we can't even take care of our own people because

we're more concerned with making money.

everything about this makes my heart hurt,

and i'm not proud to be an american. not at all.

dear chesney hawkes,

it was cool stage managing for you last night.
you're a pretty nice guy
and i guess you're kind of a big deal in the uk?

anyway, good covers
and good uk #1 single that i had never heard before

love,
celeste

ps- your brother/drummer, jodie,
and your guitarist, jolyon, are both really sweet.

dear sickness,

we had a good two-week run back in march,

and i thought that would be enough bonding time for a while.

you don't need to visit again

and i don't think that this is the best time to have you over.

i enjoy being able to breathe

and not feel tired all the time.

you are hindering this.

please go away.

love,

celeste

dear july 24,

please come faster.

dear oatmeal,

you make me feel like an old lady,

because i like you so much.

but you're so delicious with bananas and sugar

that i don't mind.

i look forward to many more mornings together.

love,

celeste

dear 7 year old me,

i know you're upset because you're not a mermaid and because no fairy godmothers have comforted you while you cry. your feet aren't very small, so you could never be cinderella, anyway. you don't want a genie and the dwarves probably won't make good friends. your tea set won't play with you and you keep losing your library card. you're not sure what makes you special, or if you even are. you know early on that life sometimes hurts. but please don't be upset that you're not actually a princess and that your dad isn't there to love you. you'll find that there's more love than you can possibly imagine in the family you call home.

dear she & him,

i'm so excited to see you.

dear may,

even though we're meeting at a time where i've procrastinated beyond reasonability,

i would really like to be more time-managed this month.

no more thursdays wasted?

i know that you can't make any promises, but maybe this tiny correspondence will keep me accountable.

maybe.

ps - yes, i realized that i procrastinated while writing this.