Letters

Dear Crossfit
I'm typing this letter from the grave.
Because you have murdered me today.
#armslegseverything
{unfortunate}

Dear Push Press

Remember that time when I

was practicing you and slammed

the bar into my face? No?

Guess it was a little more memorable

for me.

#extrapoutylipfornow

{lacking in coordination}

Dear Scones

I freaking want your English

 bready body like no body's 

business. I've been craving

you for legit a week. 

#getinmybelly

{Who wants to find me some?}

Dear Oral Surgery Rotation

I'm super happy I only have one week left.

And except for the one day where all the

residents hated me, I've kinda enjoyed you.

#takethemteethout

{Hospital Assistants said I was in first 

place for extractions. Win!}

Dear Self

Lets get real.

It doesn't mean anything. And it

doesn't mean that you should let

that wild imagination go running.

#realitycheck

{Doesn't matter}