O

dear god

p is for pasta and platypus and poignant and pretty and purple and pink and purpose and porpoise and play and pile and pill and plain and precious!

just in case you didn't know

love taylor

N

dear god

this is sort of like going back to daily thoughts. only in letters.
to you.

sneeeeeaky.

i am so tired
again.

love taylor

M

Dear god,

I will be a marvel, oldfangled and mysterious
in one hundred years.

love taylor

L

Dear God

I Decided That I Am Going To Capitalize Every Word In This Letter. Doesn't That Get Annoying? Sometimes Doc Does This To His Power Points, And It Makes Me Want To Smack Him A Little. Also, I Do NOT Want To Pay Those Five Dollars. (Wasn't It Sneaky How I Made One Word All Caps Over There?)
Smite Down All Lovers Of Chemistry.

Love Taylor

K

dear god,

i hope kelley becomes president.
get on that.

love taylor

J

dear god

i don't think i'm better than him because i'm good at english or whatever.
i think i'm better than him because i'm not a class-A douchebag unflavored.
(thanks, mary jane, for the insult)

love taylor

I

dear god

i'm fucking tired. is it bad of me to curse in a letter to you? have i asked this question before?
i'm sort of losing my mind, god. let me know what you can do about that.
also, you never got back to me about the luncheon thing. i'm not going to be available for a few weeks, now. you lost your shot, pal.
but i'll pencil you in when i've got an open slot. don't hold your breath.

love taylor

H

dear god


goshdarn posts get out of order

whippersnappers!


love taylor

G

dear god,

now that i've gotten to revision
i want to CREATE!!

love taylor

F

dear god,

rough weekend, but i feel like i might be able to do this.
i even dare say i had fun today.
and then i was appreciated, so that all felt good.
better than friday.

love, taylor

E

dear god
DEAR GOD!
hahaha.
no, sorry.
well, not really.

today i fell down the stairs, so i'm sort of wondering:
when you were handing out talents, couldn't you have landed me with a better vestibular sense? that would have been awesome, seriously. and maybe just a smidge more brains, so I could get those scores i've been angling for on the SATs.

i think that makes me at least a little unpredictable. at least i didn't ask to be prettier, even though i'm no great shakes. i didn't ask for a million dollars.

but i'd really love to not fall down the stairs all the time.

let me know what you think about that. call me, we'll do lunch.

love taylor

D

Dear god

I'd like to credit Ryan for this. i mean, how many letters would you think you can write to god?
many.
but i'm kind of making light of it, so i'm probably going to hell.

love taylor

C

Dear God,

Is it sacrilegious of me to say you to that karma's a bitch? Can you swear at God?
Karma's a bitch.

Love taylor

B

So I agree with the idea that love is an act of God.

But the way I see it, consummation of that love is just going too far.

Good luck surviving hell.

A

The peculiar thing about drowning was, after you accustomed yourself to the idea, it hardly seemed a big deal anymore. More importantly, you can't breathe.

And though you may think that is a very big deal, allow me to assure you that you are grossly underestimating the enormity of this knowledge. I could not even conjure another thought.

I mean, if I had been able to think of anything else, I surely would have tried to remember how to flip this damned kayak back over, or maybe how upset June was going to be if I drowned. She had been so excited about this trip, and was so cute in her little life vest. I might have considered that I was never going to find out who that serial arsonist was in those Chem movies, and I wasn't going to find out whodunnit in my book.

But all I could think was, "I can't breathe, I can't breathe, I can't breathe."

I was getting more and more panicked, and worrying more and more about my lack of oxygen. I was getting a little giddy and almost hoping that I would drown soon, because dead bodies didn't need air.

And then my cousin Cole flipped me over and said, "A'right there, Jemmy?" as my aunt Mae fretted and wrung her hands.