Monday, February 7, 2011


Fifty followers, 150 posts, and 446 days since the birth of this blog. Thank you to each and every one of you for reading this little blog. Here's to another fifty.
(We proceed to clink glasses in a classy manner.)

Send mail to your cousins. Be gutsy enough. People watching should become your favorite pastime. Remember? Everyone is weird. Have a nice day. You deserve it. Write in your diary. If you say it's summer a lot, it might become true. Buy clothes. Your youth is but a fleeting moment. "Do not go gentle into that good night." Bake something tasty. Keep your chin up in the face of adversity. Read a book. Be euphoric about something worth being euphoric about. Do not diet cause it's ultra-dangerous and not very fun. Empower yourself. "Dwell in possibility." Go. Forgive me? Don't admit to being a stalker. Put dirtballs in your pockets and take of both your shoes. Maybe you should kiss someone nice. Or lick a rock. Or both. Together, we can take over the whole world. Join the feminist movement. Happiest Thanksgiving. Stop making "to-do" lists. You're just as sane as I am. Write in cursive sometime. Follow your dreams. Learn to say "I love you" more often. Go running. Go stand in an icy cold pool, kiss Laura/Laurie/Lacey/Lamb under trees, and grow a mullet. Wish on stars. And even airplanes. Go play quidditch. Cookies with raisins in them are mostly only salads. "So glide away on soapy heels and promise not to promise anymore." Stop simply existing. Go read good books and eat rice. Don't take candy from strangers... oh wait, do. Keep calm and ditch class. Don't cram at the end of the term. Eat your fruits and vegetables. But not your meat. Fall in love. You're all invited to my wedding. Recycle. Don't lie to your teachers. Smile.
(I boss you dear readers around quite a bit, don't I? Thanks for reading nonetheless.)

Above all, stay pretty.
All my love,

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Miss Addy,
You are one of the wisest and most insightful people I know. If we met in real life, I'd let you date my son.