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Dear Spike,

You made me love punk and intense men and your fabulous cheekbones. Thanks for the first, I hate you for the second, and really.. the cheekbones are nothing but happy-time. I miss your head tilt and your smirk. *sigh*

You are still the perfect man in my book. Only now I understand why Buffy got so pissed at you sometimes. (but still what a bitch, I mean he got his SOUL for her, what else could you want? damn, you unpleasant woman)

Love,
Cookie "Rabid Fangirl" Magoo

P.S. And he was hot! Jesus, Buffy. You did see his abs, right?


Dear Taxes,

Give me my money back!

Love,
Cookie


Dear Bra,

Please stop fitting poorly. I want to take you off when your straps fall on my shoulders and you cut into my skin or make me itch in places. And the underwire? Please stop breaking and stabbing me in the breast while I'm somewhere I can't take you off. Can't we work together? You have no purpose without me, and I need your support!

Do you *really* want to end up a sling shot for water balloons, Bra? I didn't think so. Let's meet for coffee and talk.

Sincerely,
Cooks


Dear 5:00 pm,

Please get here soon. I miss you. I love you, 5:00! I long for you!!!!

*yearn*

Yours,
Cookaroo


Dear Baby Jesus,

I know I complain a lot. I think my problems are so huge and I'll never get over them. Thank you for reminding me today that things could be so much worse. I'm sorry when I bitch and complain about everyday things. Help me to take life as it comes instead of worrying about what will happen this afternoon, or tonight, tomorrow, months from now...

I think what I'm saying is, please help me be more like "The Dude". Except maybe not so stressed about my rug. But okay, yeah. It really did tie the room together.

Cookie "He fixes the cable?" Beck