kis·met \ˈkiz-ˌmet, -mət\ - noun; often capitalized
1. fate.
"We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language.
That may be the measure of our lives." - Toni Morrison

"Growing up Southern is a privilege, really. It's more than where you're born; it's an idea and state of mind that seems imparted at birth. It's more than loving fried chicken, sweet tea, football, and country music. It’s being hospitable, devoted to front porches, magnolias, moon pies, coca-cola... and each other. We don't become Southern - we're born that way." - Unknown

29 July 2009

a few more little letters

dear gilmore girls,
thank you for being so ridiculous. you are wonderful.

dear legs,
i was disappointed in you today for not wanting to ride. tomorrow will be better, or else.

dear boyfriend,
thank you for making me laugh/smile/happy/etc. you're the greatest.

dear carrabbas,
thank you for making your 'pollo rosa maria' so delicious.

dear august 29,
"a few weeks" still sounds infinitely better than "a month," so "a few weeks" you will be until you arrive. i am excited for you to get here; please come quickly.

dear sunglasses,
i went into a mild state of panic when i couldn't find you this morning. don't hide from me again. i don't know what i would do without you.

dear apartment complex,
i don't understand why you singled out my bike when everyone else locks theirs' to the railing as well. don't touch my bike again. i mean it.

dear Tour,
i miss you. please come back. i need you to help me get up early again.

love, A.

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