Dear X,

Dear Lord,

Please. On so many levels - but especially about the little one's US tomorrow. Just please.

Prayerful Girl
 
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Dear MK

Why do you watch shows that you know will frighten the wits right out of you???? Why WHY?

Scared Shitless,
MK
 
Dear Work,

Thanks for the birthday "gift."

A box of chocolates would do, gastroenteritis is not an appropriate gift!

Sincerely
Porcelain Bus Driver

Dear Shiney,

No way babe!!!

That is not a good birthday gift.

Hope you are better soon:eek:

Knowing of what you speak litster. :rose:
 
I know, right. I was fine... drove home. Was getting prettied to go out for dinner.... sat on the bed to get dressed and there it was out of nowhere.

God, I hope it is short lived. :heart:



It is not a sign.

I was never more ill than when my kids were in creche/early school. Those places are like bio-weapons research centres :eek:.

It's probably norovirus, so I guess you should feel better after a couple of days.

Yours,
Fingers crossed Litster:rose:
 

No. A Haunting. I know better than to watch AHS....although Adam Levine is going to be in it this season so who knows!

One time I starting watching some stupid marathon of scary shows at 9am and scared myself so bad I couldn't move off the sofa until my husband got home from work that night.
 
No. A Haunting. I know better than to watch AHS....although Adam Levine is going to be in it this season so who knows!

One time I starting watching some stupid marathon of scary shows at 9am and scared myself so bad I couldn't move off the sofa until my husband got home from work that night.
Love that show--can't wait for the new season to start, but tend to watch it by myself since it gets pretty steamy. That scene last season when Dylan McDermott was masturbating while looking out the window? I would brave a haunted house to help him out anytime.
That's a good show. Oddly, it doesn't bother me. Maybe because Shemar Moore is too much of a distraction? :D
Oh my yes indeed. . . yum yum.

Dear Rainy Weather,

You make me cranky, headachey, and out of sorts, not to mention you make the French drain in the basement back up. Could you just stop it please?

Me
 
Dear Teenage Couple Making Out in the McDonald's Parking Lot:

I'm all for a little PDA. However, while you were shoving your tongues down each other's throats while the young "lady" was grinding on your thigh which was shoved between her legs all while being pinned against a car, there were children inside getting quite an eyeful.

Next time, just use your parents' basement!

Repulsed Parent
 
Dear Societe Nationale de Chemin de Fer,

Once again, you have been awesome.

Merci beaucoup,

Moi
 
Dear Husband,

I appreciate you're a giant IT nerd however that doesn't make it ok for you to completely fuck with my iPhone and move my apps around and then try and pull the same shit on my iPad!

Ugh!

Sincerely,
Putting PIN numbers on everything


Good idea.
 
Dear Indie Movies,

Why are you always so great until the endings? Why can't you indie writers/directors learn to write an ending that isn't just the movie stopping? It's called resolution people.

Sincerely,

Pmann
 
Dear Second Glance Man,

Who knew it was possible to miss someone this much?

Girl with the Lovely Name
 
Dear Sculpture in Aluminium, Kevlar and Carbon Fibre,

This morning, with the early rays of golden sunlight glinting off your curves, drops of morning moisture coating your micron smooth paintwork and the sense of speed, noise and agility emanating from your still, silent, bulk, you stood motionless, alone and proud.

This morning, you were a truly beautiful thing.

Yours,

I who made part of you litster.
 
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Dear Wickles,

Where have you been all my life? You are sweet, and crunchy, and spicy and delicious. I love you.

Pickle Smitten
 
Dear Simon Baker Denny,

I know you're a fabulous Aussie, but I hate your show The Mentalist and your bad accent.

Sorry,
Disloyal Aussie

Dear Hollywood Writers

WTF?!?!?

Sincerely,

Pissed off at your incompetent brain vomit that pollutes the air waves.
 
Dear hunk at my Starbucks,

Instead of giving me coffee and taking my money, I would rather you pull me over the counter and kiss me passionately.
 
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