Dear people who call Valentine’s Day “Single’s Awareness Day,” Thursday, Feb 15 2007 

You are stupid. I’m sorry that you’re single, but your blatant hatred for the holiday is bringing the rest of us down. I don’t hate St. Patrick’s Day because I’m not Irish. I don’t put down Administrative Assistant’s Day because I’m not important enough to have a secretary. And I certainly don’t freak out on Valentine’s Day if I don’t have a significant other. Why don’t you just call it Valentine’s Day like the rest of the world and get on with it? Seriously.

Love,
Renee

Dear Professor Olson and the Weather Channel, Tuesday, Apr 18 2006 

It would be FANTASTIC if I could go one day without mention of St. Louis or Seattle. I don’t care if Indiana has similar weather to Missouri or that people in the Evergreen State drink a lot of coffee. Enough is e-flippin’-nough.

Seriously.

Thanks,
Renee

dear city of bloomington, Friday, Dec 16 2005 

i know you tried to ruin my day with that parking ticket i discovered on my car this morning. it wasn’t very nice, but it was totally worth it because last night was AWESOME.

thanks anyway, though.
renee

To the collective “you”: Thursday, Nov 10 2005 

“Approval is overrated. Approval and disapproval alike satisfy those who deliver it more than those who receive it. I don’t care for approval, and I don’t mind doing without.” - Gregory Maguire

To the collective “you”:

I’m sorry you don’t like everything about me. I’m sorry that I have quirks and faults. I know that I sometimes do things without really thinking, and sometimes I do think things through but I just don’t make the same decision that you would. I think that’s ok.

I could go through and write about every single fixation, obsession, shortcoming, and imperfection I have. I’d probably start with me always wanting to be right, and arguing to the death to prove it. I might mention my oddities and idiosyncrasies, like having to have doors closed and needing to walk on the left of people. I could go on and on about how I represent myself, showing different facets of my personality at different times to different people. I could elaborate about how sometimes I know infinitely more than I let on, and other times I know a smidgen less, and don’t want you to know that. You’d probably end up calling me out on not being able to name 5 professional hockey players, even though I swear that I adore hockey. We could even review my double standards or random hatred for Shania Twain.

I know I’m not perfect - I never pretended to be. And thank God I’m not, because perfection is boring and my faults, however horrible, separate me from the crowd. I hope to learn from my mistakes and eventually grow into the person I’ve always been meant to be. In the meantime, I think I’ll just worry about my own journey, and may my readers concern themselves with theirs.

dear adhesive hook: Thursday, Nov 10 2005 

you only have one job: to keep my hat hanging on the wall. today, you fell down, and brought my hat down with you. your only mission in the world is to keep my hat off the ground, and you have miserably failed. thanks a lot. we are officially in a fight.

your not best friend,
renee