Dear London Olympic Committee,

You have ruined my life. Your persistence and obvious success in acquiring the 2012 summer games has impacted my life most severely. Albeit, I love the Olympics, I do not approve of letting agencies and individuals escalate their prices 300%. You have complicated this student's life. And it's just greedy.
Please build a massive residential complex that will house not only the athletes, but visitors as well so that I (and my bank account) am not impacted so harshly.
Oh-To-Be-Sebastian Newbold Coe,
A Frugal Student

Dear Readership,

I am sorry for my 3 month absence. I implore you to forgive my irresponsible blogging practices. Who knew that combining wedding planning with completing a Master's degree inevitably requires you to forfeit all creative outlets?
Apologies,
One Busy Girl

Dear Groupon UK,

You are fantastic. I can't resist your daily deals. Please stop and allow me to keep my money! Thank you for the over-sized bean bag though.
I Should Save,
Shopaholic

Dear Rain Storm,

Where have you been?! Not to sound ungrateful, but I moved to London for the historically grey weather patterns. Thank you for finally deciding to join the party. I am now able to test out my new rain boots!
I Love My Wellies,
Rain on Me

Dear Parents of Eddie Redmayne,

Thank you. Thank you for raising such a wonderfully talented, sweet person. He is far beyond gracious and humble, which is quite a compliment given his chosen career and subsequent success. Meeting him was quite the highlight of our week, month, nay, year! Our encounter was positively everything we could have hoped for and more.
Your Child Is a Dream,
Big Fans

Dear London,

I'm back! Welcome me. Have a fun activity planned for me.

Sincerely,
I Missed You

Dear Winter,

Thank you for finally gracing us with your presence. I was so over being too warm in my coat. I guess all it took was "December" to appear on the calendar!
Happily,
I Love Cold Weather

Dear London Fog,

You never cease to amaze me. Your ability to make me feel like I live in a giant, snow globe humidifier is endlessly entertaining for me! Oddly enough, you make wandering the streets in the early morning quite enjoyable. And next to nothing makes the morning enjoyable. Well done you suspended, collection of water droplets. Oh, and you make the Earth very pretty while simultaneously instilling a desire to live in a Emily Bronte novel.
I Wish I Had a Friend Named Heathcliff,
British Weather Lover

Dear J.K. Rowling,

Write something else.
Imploringly,
I Need to Know What Happens to Albus Severus

Dear Harrods Christmas Parade,

First of all, as a disclaimer, I would like to request that you not become offended by my constructive criticism, for it is only that. I have witnessed the great efforts of Harrods to please and satisfy its clientele and my comments are only to further that objective. Now that we have that out of the way...
I need to know who organized this widely publicized extravaganza. They should be flown directly to New York City on Thanksgiving Day for a proper education. Macy's parade, anyone? I don't believe it's acceptable to call a poorly dressed clown, two women dressed as cupcakes, a perverted juggler, and one belligerent contortionist a parade. Granted, it all ended with Father Christmas meandering down the road, but my gosh, parades don't generally include 4 minutes of lag time between acts. It is supposed to be consistently joyful and not reminiscent of a freak show circus. YOU ARE HARRODS! I can almost guarantee it's not a budget issue, so what? What is keeping this from becoming a show-stopping annual London tradition? Or is it already considered that...?
I must restrict my comments to the deficient parade only because once I walked through those shiny golden doors, I was reminded why you are considered the leading London department store (and perhaps also given a clue as to where the budget was properly utilized).
Politely,
I've Seen Better