little letters. as inspired by taza (of course).

introducing rob (former classmate, and dear, dear friend)
to levain cookies earlier this week.
levain has the best cookies in nyc. hands down.

to my day off:
why is it that you and productivity so rarely coincide?

dear little fingernails,
i just tonight realized that i can paint you a bright, blinding color since i won't be going into my restaurant job for almost a week. (bright nails are not allowed at said restaurant job. boo.)

dear ikea,
i'll never forget putting together my dresser in the fourth grade. my dad and i did it together and that light-wooded chest has lasted many, many years and still looks as good as the day we got it.
so why then is the dresser i got just a year-and-a-half-ago (from {yes} your store) falling apart?

dear subway conductor,
when you speak through my entire commute, it really (really) gets under my skin.

dear chocolate molten cake,
when my date last night didn't judge me (at least not too harshly) for consuming every last bit of you, i began to like him that much more.

dear sugar,
when i managed to eat the aforementioned dessert without once coming up for air, i realized it might just be time to take a week-long break.
a trial separation, if you will.

dear levain cookies,
don't worry, see you post-sugar hiatus.
(and i'll bring best friend rob along for the ride).

dear juilliard,
what has come to be our once-a-year-date this way a-comes.
interested to see how we get on this year, as compared to last.

i love you.
paired with avocado, greek yogurt, a little cheese, and scallions? perfection.
plus that yogurt is a great way to sneak in the protein i no longer get from meat.

dear health,
so glad we're back on track. a rocky start to the new year, yes, but thinking we just got it all out of the way early.

dear olympics,
i am your devotee, your great lover--aficionado. i cannot wait.

dear little, letters,
i could go on forever. best to stop now.

little letters. as inspired by taza.

dear naomi,
i like when you write little letters and take pretty polaroids. so i'm stealing from both. okay?
p.s....i'll never be vegan either. 

dear 190th street subway station,
you are my favorite, in all of new york. you are old and beautiful and deposit me into a world of green and daydreams where the air is significantly cooler and fresher than all of midtown.

to my dad,
when i was little you'd always bring home flowers for my birthday. they made me feel old and important and loved. i have a beautiful new vase. it is empty and waiting should you choose to send me some this year. 
p.s...i really love hydrangeas. 

dear bed bugs,
we are not friends. we will never be friends. please, do not think it is okay to enter my bedroom. i have alcohol and vasoline at the ready and i will show no mercy. yes, of that i am sure, no mercy will be shown.

to the makers of  dyson dc18 slim all floors:
i cannot afford your vacuum but think it might be of tremendous help in my quest to vanquish the bed bugs. if you were so inclined to send one my way...well, i might just scratch your back too, okay?

and side note to future husband: i will not pull an annie banks-mackenzie and almost call off the wedding if you buy me a blender. but i'd prefer the vacuum, actually.

dear honey (the food item)
our relationship is quickly becoming the most important in my life. and it is because of this that we must take a break. i'm sorry. i love you.

dear husband to be,
sometimes i get on my hands and knees and pray you never find the letters i've written to you, until long after we've fallen in love. because, well, they might just scare about anyone away.