A letter to my fictional phone.

Dear fictional phone,

I really wish you existed. Not that I would ever really have an use for you, but you would be fun to posses. I would hope you to be an iPhone or Droid, but were you to be a Blackberry, I would not complain. We would text, tweet, email and browse together (not to mention play awesome games). Please decide to make yourself a reality soon.

Yours truly,

Galen

A letter to my headphones.

Firstly headphones, you are wired. You shouldn't need batteries. But yet you do. 1 AAA battery. "Fine" I thought. "Let me just pop this AAA in there and I'll be good for a couple of weeks". But that was not the case. You ate that battery like a kid eating an ice cream cone. Gone before I realized it. Now, I could understand that. It was pulled out of a cable remote. Let's try a fresh one. Better, but still only lasted about 5 days. I would like to ask that you quit eating batteries like candy. Please? And it's not even a "Give them the razor, sell them the blades" type thing. These are freaking expensive headphones. So please quit eating batteries.

Thanks, 

 

Cameron.

A letter to my desk.

Desk,

I am impressed with your ability to get very messy and cluttered only hours after I clean you. Sometimes, I don't even know where some of this stuff comes from. All of those CDs? How did they get there? Two pairs of headphones? No idea. The half-dozen or so dead batteries? Camera case? It just goes on and on. I would really appreciate it if you would quit doing that and stay clean for even just a little bit. 

Sincerely, Cameron.