A Few Letters and Progress on Resolutions

Dear Carl Ashley Raphael Barât:

Please, please, please grow back your hair so that you may look like this again:

I regret the loss of thy long(ish) tresses.Old-school Libertines, how I miss thee.

Nostalgically,
JJ

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Dear New York City Weather Gods:PLEASE STOP MAKING IT SO FUCKING FREEZING. I don’t like waking up and finding out it’s only -5 degrees Fahrenheit (with windchill) outside.

NO LOVE WHATSOEVER,
JJ

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I know it’s retarded to report on progress when it’s only been one day, but I am proud to say that I wasn’t even tempted to light up a cigarette yesterday. But that may have been because I didn’t step outside once (if I could help it) because it was so fucking cold.Also, I was bit surprised to find out that I had lost 3.2lbs this morning. And I know it’s not water weight because I drank 7200mL of it yesterday.

P.S. Awesome collective nouns! My favourite might be a rhumba of rattlesnakes.