to the evil lady that wouldn't let me order cookies over the phone.
to the papers that are squishing me into an oblivion.
to the tight panicky feeling in my chest that won't let me breath.
to the hormones that make me feel like i'm on a roller coaster.
to the zits that have decided to take up permanent residence on my chin.
to the art "hipster"ians who look perfect stylish everyday and actually do the reading so they can brownnose the teacher.
TO THIS LIST I SAY:
I'm engaged to marry Dallas William Hadley, and YOU'RE NOT. So there. I win.