Dear Katie

Sometimes I like to send emails to myself just so I can type out the things that I desperately want to say out loud.

But can't.

For fear of the consequences.

Usually these missives include several curse words that I would ground my child for uttering, a few sarcastic/snide comments and maybe a violent promise of punching or stabbing with pointy objects for good measure.

Some people journal.

I write myself nasty emails.

It's therapuetic.

And once they're sent I feel better.

And then I go and delete them - never to be revisited again - or worse, seen by anyone else's eyes.

I know, it makes me seem a little bit crazy.

Which I am.

But you already knew that.

And you're still here.

That makes you just a little bit crazy too.

So we're crazy together.

I like it.

And if you find yourself sitting in front of your computer typing a nasty note - go ahead - send it to yourself - I won't tell.

Now move on.

Whatever it is, it's not worth the aggrevation.

Unless someone stole your cupcake.

That means war.

I'm just saying.