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In an open letter to her iPad,
“I am disturbed by how quickly your auto fill mechanism knew that I wanted the word, ‘inappropriate.’”
In an open letter to Kool and the Gang,
“Today, I ruined your song ‘Fresh’ for myself. You see, you describe someone as ‘fresh as a summer breeze.’ Clearly, whoever wrote this song did not frequent democratic gathering spots such as a bus stop or the Secretary of State office. At these places, the summer breeze can be anything but ‘fresh’….
In an open letter to the word “daddy” in non-familial applications,
“So the thing is in songs, I can dig you. There are so many examples. George Michael did it. LL Cook J made it work…but the moment my mind settles on you too long, I feel distinctly wiggly, not in a good way….”
In an open letter to the wayward breasts I saw today,
“Thank you. Apparently free form is your thing! More power to you. But I am thanking you because you remind me that these days I like to keep my girls on a short leash. In fact, after what I saw today, I’m thinking of adding tape to my regimen.”
In an open letter to the wayward breasts I saw today,
“Thank you. Apparently free form is your thing! More power to you. But I am thanking you because you remind me that these days I like to keep my girls on a short leash. In fact, after what I saw today, I’m thinking of adding tape to my regimen.”
In an open letter to Maury Povich,
“Maury, it has to be said, you are looking pretty good for a man your age. Seriously, for someone born during World War II, you are in good shape, you have a lot of hair, and you seem to have a fair amount of vigor. Maybe there’s something about being around paternity cases day after […]
In an open letter to someone who can imagine being seduced by LBJ,
“I know you’re out there. I know that you can imagine the moment when you see that you’ve caught his eye. I know you’d watch as he decided whether or not to approach. He’d stand too close. You would tell yourself that you’re sweating because it’s hot. You’d know better. I know you’re out there, […]