Dear Weather, you don't need to show off... I know you're hot.
Dear Cupid, we need to have a little talk about your aim.
when I said "can my day get any worse" it was a rhetorical question not a challenge!
either stop being delicious or stop making me fat.
I'm sorry for all the butterflies I've been getting.
But you see, it's just not my fault.
It' his, I swear.