letters i need to write. but i don't have the appropriate addresses.

dear chocolate world;
the only thing i love more than working on fourth of july is getting to work and finding out that my shift doesn't end at 10, like you told me online, but ends at 11. it's these little surprises in our relationship that keep things fresh. and because i get out at 11, right after the huge fireworks display at hershey park, i get to spend time, sitting in tourist traffic, really thinking about how much i loathe you. in conclusion: a major fuck you. from me. to you.

love,
caitlin

p.s. thanks for the raffle ticket! it's way better than getting paid time and a half or getting a free meal like we normally do!

dear milton hershey;
i'm sorry about that letter to chocolate world. you know it's nothing against you. you were (are?) an incredible man. i admire you greatly. mad props. much love.
caitlin

dear new york;
do me a favor- keep all your people within your state boundries. except keiran. she can come visit. but the rest of them? make sure they stay where they are. whatever you do, make the fuck sure they don't ever get to hershey pennsylvania. i have had my fair share of being bitched at in a new york accent; i don't think i can handle any more. thanks.
love,
caitlin