Dear
yellow,
I love when Coldplay sings about you. Really, it's a lovely song.
I love when you come in the form of a tulip. You're my favorite in that respect.
However, lately, we have not been getting along. I do not like you in this powdery, pollen-y form.
Over the past month or so, you have tinted my car that is supposed to be silver. Yesterday, I got out of the car, and my black pants were quickly covered with you. Not so lovely.
And you make me
sneeze. Embarrassingly loud. Everyone around me keeps
God Bless-ing me. Thank you, people. No thank you, yellow pollen.
As much as I like your color, I'm asking you to leave now. It's really time to go. You can come back in increments. I just don't appreciate you in such big, powdery, overwhelming qualities. It's not you, it's me. Ok... it
is you. It's the way you make my throat itch on a sunny day. It's the way you make my blue eyes turn red. It's the way that you make me spend money on Sudafed, when I really would rather buy something happy, like M&Ms.
Love, me.
P.S. - Today is my (not so) little brother's birthday! He's
18! I'm a little emotional because he's just so old and mature and handsome and he's graduating this year... Anyway, he's a great little brother. And I hope he has a great day!
Happy Birthday, Brock!
