Alright, Light....

Look, Light.

We've been living together since August. I know for the first few months I didn't notice your noise, but is getting louder really necessary?

I already threatened you. What more can I do?

All you have to do is not drive me crazy for another five days. It shouldn't be that hard.

I'm begging you. You give me such a head ache.

Did you always do that, or did you only start when the boyfriend came to visit in November?

I never noticed until he pointed it out. Did you decide you didn't like having visitors and start yelling at us or something?

Because, if that was true, we had a guest in September. So seriously? What did you have against Dom?

I'm begging you. I'm studying. I like bright lights when they don't DRIVE ME INSANE.

Please just shut up.

You don't bother Karuna, so sing and dance and have your little party up there all you like.

JUST WAIT TILL I LEAVE.

Ok. Thanks.

An Open Letter to Southwest

Dear Southwest

Ever since Fall Break, I have been faithful to you. I fell in love with you over the ease of getting to your flights and the free checking.

I admit, at first I was little fearful of the open seating, but now I've even embraced it. I like it now. I can sit down wherever I feel like. It's lovely.

But now, right when I'm counting on you, you cancel on me. At the last minute. I was all dressed and ready to go and you TEXT me to say sorry can't make it?

Not cool, Southwest. NOT COOL.

I'll stay a loyal flier, because really what choice do I have? But I don't trust you anymore. You don't even give a reason. And the weather is lovely, so there are no reasons obvious to me.

Consider yourself warned, Southwest.

Sincerely,
Wendy

UPDATE: What now, Southwest? My daddy got me on a US Airways flight. So there. I'm going home IN SPITE OF YOU.