Letter Number One-Hundred Forty.

Dear Hiking Boots,

Ooo I bought you
I don't know if I need you but
Ooo I'm 'bout to find out...

Love,
Kymba

P.S. Yes, I am a mega-tool.
P.P.S. See you in three weeks, everybody! Gotta go try out them boots...in Utah. If I encounter a computer along the way, I will definitely post a letter (or three!)!

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Nine.

Dear Jay Chandrasekhar,

Just, come on - can we get married already?

Love,
Kymba

P.S. And have one of those post-moderny hyphenated names?! Oh, hell yes.

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Eight.

Dear Housemates,

Thank you for re-installing my curtain door.

Love,
Kymba

P.S. I knew five nights of sleeping topless would getcha.

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Seven.

Dear T9,

Yes, I was trying to write what a "ducking asphat" that guy was.

Love,
Kymba

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Six.

Dear "Rick Rolling",

I realize I am severely late to the game, but you are an amazing concept.

Love,
Kymba

P.S. I was trying to watch Rick James at the time! Superb.

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Five.

Dear Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,

You are the longest "fuck"-related word I can search for on google, and you still don't accurately express the "fuck" I have stewing in my mind right now.

Love,
Kymba

P.S. Maybe one-hundred twenty-six Us would do it.

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Four.

Dear Chocolate-Covered Bananas,

I don't know if it's the hot, humid weather or the inadvertent celibacy of the past many months, but I could definitely go for one of you right now.

Love,
Kymba

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-Three.

Dear Anyone With Either A Heart Or Two Minutes Currently Filled With Boredom,

Today is my birthday. Fancy that. Now, I don't need any presents or cards or any of that crud. But if you do want to give a little bit, go here: http://www.apple.com/feedback/ipodnano.html

Now, if you're an active reader, you should know what to do from here. However, if you need a hint: It's a freakin' color.

Love,
Kymba

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty-One.

Dear Canon Powershot 1100IS,

It took me at least a week to decide you were the one. I spent days over store magazines and the internet, reading reviews, considering megapixels, wondering if I could get close to an SLR or should even try to...and finally you were mine. And you have more than repaid the benjamins it cost to bring you home with this capture:















I love you.

Love,
Kymba

Letter Number One-Hundred Thirty.

Dear 90s R&B,

We have to move on from one another, because, honestly, songs I had stuck in my head more than once during the month of June (I never heard them on the radio during that time, either):

Soul For Real: Every Little Thing I Do
Tyrese: Sweet Lady
LL Cool J: Round the Way Girl
Tyrese: How You Gonna Act Like That
Blackstreet: Don't Leave
Deborah Cox: Nobody's Supposed To Be Here

Love,
Kymba

P.S. Actually, that Tyrese stuff might be from 2001. Regardless.