Dear X:

Dear X

I think you've had it long enough. It's my turn now.

From someone really tired of the way you do things.
 
Dear X,

If two of my stories are inappropriate for your adult Yahoo group that I had just joined with your consent, why not tell me?

You knew who I was and what I wrote. I told you I would post some of my stories. Just deleting my membership without any explanation is rude.

Your belated explanation that I would be "getting free exposure" and you had read my stories elsewhere doesn't justify banning me.

If Yahoo Group members gave as much feedback in a year as I get from Lit in a month I might be concerned about my lack of exposure. Two bare comments from sixty Yahoo Groups are hardly earth-shattering.

Og
 
Dear toasted sesame seed bagel with peanut butter and cinnamon cream cheese,

I'd marry you. But, well, I just ate you. :eek:

Yours,

Tastylicious

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Dear little aerial blob of peppermint foot cream,

I don't know what possessed you to cannon out and then whiz onto the carpet when I went to squeeze you this morning. I can't imagine being rubbed on my feet is worth suicide. I bathe! I moisturize! (Obviously!)

I'm deeply saddened and must now launch a full investigation of my feet, just to make sure they aren't secretly bullying the lotion when I'm not looking. I assure you, your death will not be in vain.

Shalom,

She of the peppermint foot cream
(and who uses it too, make no mistake. Garrumph!)
 
Dear Bike,

I'm sorry about the last time. I'll try much harder not to crash from now on.
 
Dear X,

Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.

Kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance...I would be "getting free exposure"...kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance, kingly remonstrance.

Kingly comparison, kingly comparison, kingly comparison...I might be concerned about my lack of exposure...kingly comparison, kingly comparison...barehardly earth-shattering...

Og
Dear Og,

We're concerned about your lack of barely earth-shattering exposure as well. Expose this way. We'll even let you do it for free.

Sincerely,

The unruly royal minions
 
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Dear X:

Well, now you've gone and done it. I'm completely distracted and befuddled. I'm supposed to be working, dammit. I'm supposed to be concentrating on the business at hand and not. . . other things.

*sigh*

I hope you're happy. Good thing I adore you.

Love,
TK
 
You snotty little shit.

Don't attempt to tell me my business, you obnoxious slut-to-be.

If I have to reprimand you not once, not twice, but three times for the same offense and if you initially refuse to give me the names of your partners in crime, you are done. Finished. Go home.

And yep, I wrote up the boys, too.

You are so fucking off the production I don't want to even see your face until the show is a distant memory.

I'll refund your T-shirt money and gleefully tell your family that the reason they will not see your sorry ass on stage is because you were too busy flirting and fucking around instead of doing your job. And that despite several attempts to work with you and give you the benefit of the doubt, you made the absolute wrong call when you refused to cooperate with me.

Bad choice, baby.
 
You snotty little shit.

Don't attempt to tell me my business, you obnoxious slut-to-be.

If I have to reprimand you not once, not twice, but three times for the same offense and if you initially refuse to give me the names of your partners in crime, you are done. Finished. Go home.

And yep, I wrote up the boys, too.

You are so fucking off the production I don't want to even see your face until the show is a distant memory.

I'll refund your T-shirt money and gleefully tell your family that the reason they will not see your sorry ass on stage is because you were too busy flirting and fucking around instead of doing your job. And that despite several attempts to work with you and give you the benefit of the doubt, you made the absolute wrong call when you refused to cooperate with me.

Bad choice, baby.
:eek:

Remind me never to get on your bad side.

Sorry you were given trouble though. :rose:
 
I have to admit I did get kinda curious about what it was she did to make you this pissed off!

Glad you don't let it bother you though. I have yet to learn that, I think.

Bottom line is her attitude, but it was many things that added together.

Not being on time, not knowing her part, a couple of absences, not taking things seriously, not respecting the rules I'd set out (students not part of the production were at rehearsal until I chased them away, for example - and more than once.)

It was the other students at rehearsal again that set me off today. I was familiar with the two kids but didn't know names. I asked them, they acted like idiots and wouldn't say (little fuckers). I asked her - she wouldn't give them up.

I told the boys they'd be written up, stalked away to start rehearsal, and then after giving the cast and crew beginning notes gave the girl another chance to give them up. She wouldn't, so I tossed up my arm, pointed, told her to get the hell out.

THEN she started to tell me who they were, what was happening, blah blah blah.

Nope. Too late, baby. You had your chance. You are done.

She wouldn't leave - I almost had to call security to escort her out.

Rehearsals will run much more smoothly without her.
 
Bottom line is her attitude, but it was many things that added together.

Not being on time, not knowing her part, a couple of absences, not taking things seriously, not respecting the rules I'd set out (students not part of the production were at rehearsal until I chased them away, for example - and more than once.)

It was the other students at rehearsal again that set me off today. I was familiar with the two kids but didn't know names. I asked them, they acted like idiots and wouldn't say (little fuckers). I asked her - she wouldn't give them up.

I told the boys they'd be written up, stalked away to start rehearsal, and then after giving the cast and crew beginning notes gave the girl another chance to give them up. She wouldn't, so I tossed up my arm, pointed, told her to get the hell out.

THEN she started to tell me who they were, what was happening, blah blah blah.

Nope. Too late, baby. You had your chance. You are done.

She wouldn't leave - I almost had to call security to escort her out.

Rehearsals will run much more smoothly without her.
Ooh. Yeah, I can definitely see that. I'd be pissed off too.

Hope the play is going well otherwise though - sounds like you've been having a lot of fun with building the set from what I've read. :)
 
Ooh. Yeah, I can definitely see that. I'd be pissed off too.

Hope the play is going well otherwise though - sounds like you've been having a lot of fun with building the set from what I've read. :)

It is. Exhausting work but solid.

We open in two weeks - just after the presidential election. :D
 
Dear X,

"Secrets" take subtlety. You have none. Heck, you can't even manage discreet.

Me.

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Dear Former Student,

It was great to see you. I don't think I really expressed just how proud of you I am.

Sincerely,

Ms. Noire
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Dear You,

I can't believe that after the last couple of years, you aren't tired of me. I must be the luckiest woman alive. Thank you for... us.
 
Dear America,

Have you ever noticed that, in our modern day and age, playing by the rules seems to be the best way to get behind? Have you ever noticed the hypocrisy inherent in that system, where people ask you to be a certain way--polite; honorable; industrious; smart--and then completely ignore you or discount you when you accomplish that? Why have we embraced a system where nice guys finish last?

What's with today's culture of entitlement? It's not even the kids anymore. Look at the spam we get. I just deleted one that says, "Get the body you deserve." 'Deserve'? Buddy, I will tell you a cold truth which will puncture not only your advertising but your ego: you deserve nothing. I deserve nothing. All of us 'deserve' nothing. We were given life as a gift, yes, but that doesn't mean anything else will ever come to us. Some kids get life and then die, because their lungs or heart don't work. Some kids get life and then die, because they live in poverty in a third-world country. Some kids get life but can't use it well, because they have cerebral palsy or autism or massive asthma or any other semi-dangerous-but-(mostly)-nonlethal disabilities you can get. We don't deserve ANYTHING. There is only what we earn for ourselves. (And buddy, let me assure you that, as a nice guy who finishes consistently last, you don't even get that half the time. At least, if you play by the rules.)

For that matter, what's with today's culture of irresponsibility? This one's even more threatening, in my opinion, because it holds to a thoroughly immoral and ultimately destructive attitude that a person should be able to weasel his way out of his own consequences. With enough smarts and brainpower, someone else should have to pay the penalties assigned to you. I'm half surprised that nobody's gotten a bill through legislature saying a family member can serve a jail sentence in place of the actual prisoner, because that's our attitude. (Yes, I know how self-defeating such a law would be. The fact that Congress knows it too is one of the few spots of hope on our cultural landscape right now.) Why are we encouraging this kind of behavior?

What's with the decisions being made at our top levels? Let's just take this new airplane, the F-22 Raptor, currently the pride and joy of the United States Air Force. There's been a lot of back-and-forth reporting and spinning of facts, so let us be honest: there are no concrete statistics or performance records that indicate it is an improvement above the current generation of aircraft (the venerable F-15 Eagle which it is replacing). This is because it is twenty years old. The design was started back in the late 70s, when it was intended to be the latest in Cold War defense. (To be fair, the F-22 developed a great deal of new technology; a more recent plane of the same generation, the F-35, was designed in literally a quarter of the time because they didn't have to start from scratch.) Have you noticed that the Cold War is over? Is the airplane's design and mission applicable anymore? Have you evaluated that? Or did the project just ride on through Congress because the name on the folder says "Lockheed Martin"?

America, you were once the world's dominant superpower. One day you will wake up and discover that you are not anymore. The wailing and gnashing of teeth will be something to behold, let me tell you that; and, of course, you'll start looking around for someone to blame. You always do. But what you'll find is that we, the citizens of the United States, have no one to blame for this but ourselves. And what we do when we discover that... Well, hope springs eternal. But I'm not holding my breath.

sincerely,
~CWatson
 
Dear world,

On behalf of all California, I feel obliged to apologize for our passing Prop 8. So much for being one of the most liberal places in the world.

To be fair, liberalism is a luxury only densely-populated areas can afford. Conservativism is like a skeleton, anchoring the muscles so that they can move. We need conservative elements for this body politic to function properly. (Besides, the ultimate goal of pure liberalism--all power to the people; complete anarchy--is no more desirable than the totalitarian dictatorship which pure conservativism seeks. That's why we have checks and balances.) Because smaller communities are more fragile, they need to adhere to the conservative traditions that make life possible; liberalism is a result of a community flourishing, just like ideation and innovation. Liberalism only exists when people have enough surplus food and time to question the fundamentals of their community. It's like the Renaissance that way.

But I still thought California was further along than this.

Nonetheless, I remain hopeful.

Prop 8 is a tricky issue. What we have are conservative elements of society attempting to legislate their own opinions. As such, there is nothing you can really oppose it on. Where are the facts about gay marriage? Nowhere; they don't exist, because gay marriage has only existed for about, what, five, ten years? That's nothing, even in our modern Information Age, when an entire era of the economy (the dot-com bubble) can take only five or six years. To have any meaningful facts about gay marriage, it would need to have been more widespread than it is. So you can't judge this issue objectively. You have to 1) have an opinion, and 2) be willing to stand up for it. And--unfortunately--a lot of Californians are mature enough to know that just because they have an opinion, doesn't mean they should force it down another person's throat. Even more unfortunately, radicals don't feel that way. Gavin Newsome didn't, and neither did the sponsors of Prop 8.

Gavin Newsome had only one saving grace: his decision was morally right.

My idea for the anti-Prop-8 campaign is pretty simple. Just have billboards with a person's face on it, and the caption: "Why is it illegal for me to marry?" Any person. Don't just use gay people. I'll volunteer. Because this too is a slippery slope. You discriminate against one person, and it becomes easier to discriminate against others. (The real problem is that a lot of religious people seem to believe that carrying out their religion's beliefs makes them holy, no matter how unholy that carrying-out gets. To them, the ends justify the means. As a Christian, I assure you all that God will have some stern words with them eventually. Thinking you're doing His work is not an excuse with Him.)

The good news is, Prop 8 won't stand in the long run. And the simple reason for that is because it is wrong. The conservatives don't like that; they never do. But America has historically led the way in terms of social liberalism, and that is a tradition we still embrace, even if we take missteps along the way. (This isn't our first misstep either. Remember Plessy vs. Fergusen? And this was after slavery was abolished, too.) And that's why I remain hopeful. In the long run, America knows what's right.

Unfortunately, I'm now doubtful as to whether I'll live to see it. And that's depressing, since I'm only 25. I mean, the fact stands: we messed up. And, on behalf of California, I apologize for that. We messed up. The fact that it'll get better eventually doesn't change that.

But the good news is, our messing up won't change the fact that it'll get better. Eventually.

in shame,
~CWatson
 
Poorly Written too obvious "Sapphro Bar"
11/11/08 By: Anonymous in USA

it reads more like a 13 year odl Jilling off.

What is "Jilling off?" I think I know what you mean and, if I am right, you have inadvertantly paid me a very high compliment. :D

BTW that was Sappho's Bar. :confused:
 
Dear XM/Sirius Satellite radio heads,

The old DJs on the Liquid Metal channel were ten times better than the phonies that are being moved over from Sirius hard Attack. they sound like the type of person that I left FM radio to avoid. You either need to try to get the old DJs back, or if that bridge is now burned, hire new talet, because these guys are unlistenable.

The lineup was better before. These "Hard attack" people play a lot of garbage that was better suited on Squiz. They were two separate channels for a reason. That reason was that most of the Liquid Metal listeners can't stand some of this pansy garbage, and the Squiz people definitely can't handle the heavier lineup of Liquid Metal.

You need to set things straight. You are ruining your program with this move to inferior programming.

*forwarded to them as well*
 
Dear You,

I want you to know, if you didn't know already, that i love you more than anything else in the world.

And i just wanted to say again, if i havent said it enough before, i love wearing your t-shirts, i love having your worry stones in my hand, i love all the goodies you send me in care packages, i love your cards and notes- when i can read them :D, i love the watch you gave me- the biggest surprise of my life, which i take everywhere with me, and most of all i love the very first gift you ever gave me (other than your love)- the Harley jacket which when i wear it, feels like your arms are wrapped around me, keeping me warm, keeping me company, keeping me safe.

I miss you right now.

Main thumse <3 karthi hoon.

N
 
Dear C,

Go to hell. Some things that happen in your life ARE your fault. Get used to it.

Me
 
Dear You,

First, it's funny how I miss you just a little more each time. I miss the way you look at me, the warmth of your embrace, and for that matter, even just falling asleep to the sound of your peaceful breathing.

I can't wait until my visit, even more so because I know it's the last time either of us will be a guest in each other's house. And of course, I can't wait until we don't have to have marathon, we-need-to-make-up-for-all-the-time-apart sex. Honestly, my students kept asking if I hurt myself at dance because I was walking funny.

Love,
Cerise
 
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