Dear Chris Pratt and Anna Faris,
I am legitimately saddened by your separation. I don’t usually get too interested in celebrity marriages because they don’t last, but I was rooting for you guys, especially after reading a clickbait article that showed your back-and-forth affection on the Twitter. Sigh.
Your summer game is kind of meh. Why are you only giving one star as a reward? That’s bogus…
I’m not ready for you. I know it’s the 11th, but I still can’t accept that you’re already here.
Dear Sirius/XM Satellite Radio,
I scoffed at you in the past, but I’ve been hooked on your 90s pop, 90s alternative rock, and 90s hip hop stations (see a trend here?) during my trial. You’ve hooked my husband with your sports and heavy metal channels. Dang you, we’re going to have to subscribe, aren’t we?
I’ve only had you for two weeks, but I’m ready to give you a sibling already. I never understood how or why your kind were considered addictive, but now I totally get it.
P.S., I plan to write about you soon. Are you prepared for the fame?
Linking up with Taz and Belly