you are sucking the life out of me and now have me contemplating going to bed at 8:30 on a friday night. you make everything so drab and dreary; frankly i can't stand you. please go away and don't come back. march will be here soon, no thanks to you.
yours affectionately,
megs.
HAPPY FIRST OF MARCH! so far it seems like it's coming in like a lamb... but i'm totally with you on this letter to february. least favorite month of the year.
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