Dear ferry ticket seller, when I say I would like one adult ticket, I mean that I would like one adult ticket. Don't look at me and snicker. Don't ask if I'm sure I don't mean youth. Don't say "wowwwoowww you don't look a day over 16!!!!" like that. Yes, I'm sure I'm not 16. I'm 24 thankyouverymuch. I wouldn't lie about something that costs me more money. But maybe I should milk this youth ticket thing considering a variation of this conversation happens every. single. time. Dear ferry rider, please tell me why you chose to sit in the chair right next to me when there are at least 20 other empty spots far, far away from other passengers? I don't like it so I'm going to "go to the restroom" and never coming back. Dear husband, high five for our pro housekeeping skills this week! We should keep this up. Dear self-tanner, in my attempt to become a bronzed goddess, you have made one of my feet orange and one is still as white as snow. I think this is a sign that I should embrace my ghostliness. Even if that means people thinking my real legs are white tights. I'm okay with that. I'm a vampire and I like it. #atleastimnotapumpkin Dear self, stop using hashtags on places other than Twitter. No one likes that.
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