Dear InstaGram Followers, I apologize for my blatant narcissism when it comes to taking self-portraits lately. I’m just scared that if I don’t document myself, I’ll have nothing to show my blog readers when InstaFriday rolls around — especially when all I do for the day is eat and work.
Dear Hair, Thank you for growing so fast! Seems like just yesterday I chopped off 17 inches of you and couldn’t fit you into a pony tail, and now look at you! I can curl you and everything!
Dear Body, I apologize for forcing you to run 5 agonizing miles in 90-degree weather the other day.. I won’t try that again for a while, I promise. You definitely made me pay for it by being ridiculously sore for the next 48 hours. But get yourself together, man, we’ve got 26.2 miles to run in less than two months.
Dear Family-that-left-me-zero-dollars-on-a-$140-restaurant-bill, RUDE. Seriously, people, if you can’t afford to leave a tip.. eat at McDonald’s.
Dear Blog Readers, Please keep your fingers crossed for me and my professional attire. I will give more details when/if they become available. Love, Kensie
Dear Ziggy, You are just the sweetest little snuggle buddy in the whole world.You’re probably the ONLY living creature that could snore all night in my presence without feeling the wrath of sleep-deprived-MacK-smash.
Dear Veganomicon CookBook, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: YOU ROCK MY WORLD. This edamame salad and jicama/watercress/avocado salad with hot sauce dressing were amaze-balls. Fact.
Dear Big Mack, Just because the brownies are dairy-free doesn’t mean they are healthy. You still can’t eat half the pan in one night! Well, actually, you can. And you did. Congrats. Now go eat celery and do squats.
Dear Nails, I finally gave in and bought Essie nail polish because after passing it up a couple weeks ago, I continued to think about it every time I looked at my hands. Considering it has actually stayed on without ridiculous chipping for the past couple days makes me think it was worth it.
Dear Sonic, Never stop doing what you do. Your Chicago Dog (without relish) is so wonderful and your sweet potato tots are to die for. Just one more reason why Big Mack needs to hit the gym.
Dear Boys, I’m done with you. In the words of Mindy Kaling: “Men know what they want. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before.” Yep, that sounds about right. Men it is.
Dear Friday, This is the first time in a while that I’ve been stoked about it being the end of the week. I’m done with school. I’m moving on. I’m ready for a new adventure and I can feel it coming. It’s waiting around the corner with as much promise and anticipation as a 9-5er at 4:58 on a Friday. It’s time to crack open a cold one and get this show on the road. I’m making moves.
Happy Friday.
Love,
Kensie
You are so cute! Love seeing all you photos and reading your letters, they made me laugh!