Dear Los Angeles,
Hey amigo, long time no talk. I feel like now that we've hit the 2nd anniversary mark that we really know each other. We get the quirks and foibles and kind of roll with it. For example, I know that you will have bad traffic and stupid people and that sometimes it will take me an hour to get my car out of a parking garage. I accept this. However, LA, I feel you don't accept me. You KNOW I love Christmas and fall and that this is my secret dorky shame. You understand that the second there is a chill in the air I have an overwhelming urge to cover every single square inch with snowmen figurines and/or twinkle lights. To do this however, I require that damn chill. I can't get said chill when it's 95 fucking degrees outside on October 22nd. You see LA, I am starting to get really pissed off. I am essentially cheating on you LA, as I gaze at apartments online all day in places with seasons. Now, I'm not saying I want to break up for good, but my eye is straying. So get your act together, you idiot. I don't want to leave (moving is tiring) but... I can't deal with this bullshit much longer. There, I said it. Now come give me a huge you big nerdy city.
Hugs and Kisses,