Dear Instagram, Thanks for giving me an excuse to look at and repost old photos of my younger, crazier days of Jell-O shots and full-bottles-of-tequila nights in college. #throwbackthursday Dear Body, It's time you started ignoring all the crap I eat and just focus on the running I've been doing instead. Calories don't count when you run, right?! Dear CMT, Thank god you exist. Without you, there would be no music videos for me to watch ever. Dear Chick Fil-A, My bod sends you and your discrimination a big ole thanks. Since you are a necessity when recovering from a particularly terrible hangover, I will be forced to drink less seeing as eating you is officially off the table. In the words of my mom, "Vote with your money." Dear Warped Tour, I am so ready to travel back to my middle school days by rockin' out to Yellowcard, Anti-Flag and Taking Back Sunday. Also, thanks for the free 30 iTunes downloads! Badass!