All About Brianna!

Dear Brianna,

First Order of Business:
-I am so very proud of you for graduating with honors and speaking at graduation. It was fantastic and I know your family was so crazy proud of you (I was sitting with them, so I very much know). You're a college graduate!

Second order of Business:
-We do not currently live in the same state. It has been very hard on our relationship, but so far we've made the distance thing work. Why? Because we're survivors.

Third thing:
Does the public know that we collaborated on things before this blog? That we spent a hot July day making a movie with the annoying children of Brooklyn? That my bicycle that stars in the movie was stolen two days after this was filmed? I'll bet they don't know! They should watch this movie that we made a year ago! It has bananas and playgrounds and the little grocery store that is across the street from the big one!

Have a great day everyone, and if you're in New York City or the surrounding areas, remember to drink lots of water on these annoyingly hot days!

love,
Katie

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I know you're the Irish one, but...

Dear Katie,
I am ashamed to report that I am living in a state of addiction. My body screams 24/7 for a certain something that puts me in danger of heart disease, cancer, narcolepsy, obesity, infection, and diabetes. They say the first step of conquering addiction is admitting you have a problem, and I am ready to come clean.

I, BRIANNA HOPE JACOBSON, AM ADDICTED TO POTATOES.

Au gratin, mashed, grilled, steamed, potato chipped, and especially french fried, it doesn't matter. My day isn't complete until I have stuffed my face with enough starchy goodness to give me that coated throat and heavy stomach that I love so much. You can dip potatoes in anything--ketchup, cheese, honey mustard, mayonaise, barbeque sauce--and they will always taste good. You can even spell potato two ways: potatoE or potatO! The fun never ends.

In the words of the moustached Pringles mascot, "once you pop, you can't stop," and it's true, I really can't stop. The tyrrany must end. I want out of the totalitarian potato dictatorship that has taken me prisoner. I read in a magazine that if you stop eating potatoes you will see the difference in just one week, and I want to prove that statement to be true.

So, mark my words, today is day one of my potato-free life. Not one succelent spud will pass through my lips until "I can only eat just one." If you and any of our lovely blog readers see me so much as look at a potato, I give you permission to punch me in the face. For reals. Do it. It is for my own good. Thank you.
Love,
Brianna

Um......drinking? work tomorrow?

Dear Brianna,

We just looked at each other and said Technophilia at the same time. Referring to the same thing.

"Stick It" got a better review in the new yorker than "Art School Confidential."

You just called yourself Big Mamma, and when I said I would never talk to you again if you became big mamma, you called me a big mammaist. Yeah.

Tom spelled like Thom should always sound like TH-OM, not T-O-M.

We're both drunk and sitting in a room together. Robot Chicken is on. I'm calling into work late.

You just said fine-to.

Love,
Katie