Dear X:

Dear Self,

First it was Alevels, you missed the grades the course was asking for. Lucky for you they let losers on the course.

Now you can't even get a respectable grade in your BSc, after 3 years of study, you end up with a grade that people will look at and laugh...and to save face you have to lie to your extended family and tell them you got a better grade, so that the last 3 years look like they weren't a total waste.

On top of all that you can't make peace with your parents about being able to get away for a little bit to go and see the woman you love, after over a year of being in a relationship together.

In addition, you're too fucking lazy to actually even try looking for a job, which god knows you need right now. Why the hell did you quit your old job before lining up a new one? History repeats itself, so it seems. Or are you saving employers the hassle of just rejecting you straight away, by not giving them the chance?

So what the hell is the point? What is left? You have no job, you still aren't volunteering, or even being trained to volunteer, your prospects of getting onto a MSc are considerably limited by the fact that you have a shit ass degree, and you can't even be close to the one person that makes everything ok.

As always, you fucked up.

Me.

Dear You,

I believe in you.

Just because you fucked up doesn't mean you give up. Now get your ass moving!

With Love,
Me (no, the other Me)
 
Dear Goddess,

you sure have a wicked sense of humour, making all those hunks turn a blind eye towards me while at the same time pushing the uninteresting guys in my way.

Could you please cut me a break now and send Mr Right my way? After 32 years, I don't think it's too early.

//Svenska
 
Dear Self,

First it was Alevels, you missed the grades the course was asking for. Lucky for you they let losers on the course.

Now you can't even get a respectable grade in your BSc, after 3 years of study, you end up with a grade that people will look at and laugh...and to save face you have to lie to your extended family and tell them you got a better grade, so that the last 3 years look like they weren't a total waste.

On top of all that you can't make peace with your parents about being able to get away for a little bit to go and see the woman you love, after over a year of being in a relationship together.

In addition, you're too fucking lazy to actually even try looking for a job, which god knows you need right now. Why the hell did you quit your old job before lining up a new one? History repeats itself, so it seems. Or are you saving employers the hassle of just rejecting you straight away, by not giving them the chance?

So what the hell is the point? What is left? You have no job, you still aren't volunteering, or even being trained to volunteer, your prospects of getting onto a MSc are considerably limited by the fact that you have a shit ass degree, and you can't even be close to the one person that makes everything ok.

As always, you fucked up.

Me.

*hugs*
 
Dear Self,

First it was Alevels, you missed the grades the course was asking for. Lucky for you they let losers on the course.

Now you can't even get a respectable grade in your BSc, after 3 years of study, you end up with a grade that people will look at and laugh...and to save face you have to lie to your extended family and tell them you got a better grade, so that the last 3 years look like they weren't a total waste.

On top of all that you can't make peace with your parents about being able to get away for a little bit to go and see the woman you love, after over a year of being in a relationship together.

In addition, you're too fucking lazy to actually even try looking for a job, which god knows you need right now. Why the hell did you quit your old job before lining up a new one? History repeats itself, so it seems. Or are you saving employers the hassle of just rejecting you straight away, by not giving them the chance?

So what the hell is the point? What is left? You have no job, you still aren't volunteering, or even being trained to volunteer, your prospects of getting onto a MSc are considerably limited by the fact that you have a shit ass degree, and you can't even be close to the one person that makes everything ok.

As always, you fucked up.

Me.

* Hugs * :rose:
Keep trying. All will be well again. :rose:
 
Dear Gracie,

You've kicked yourself in the ass. Now take a deep breath, come see Misty, and I'll drive over one evening so we can all go out for beers/margaritas/whatevers and collectively kick your butt into gear. Goodness knows you've done it for everybody else around here.

Besides, you need to shake things up a bit to realise how important you are. You need to get out of your rut. Maybe then the world will make more sense.

me
 
Dear grace,

honey please don't be so hard on yourself and you may yet get into a program. Be gentle with your soul darlin. YOU are not a screwup, its just been a bit of a shock.

Much love

:kiss::rose::heart:
 
Dear X,

I really think you should reconsider your decision... for everyone's sake, including yours.

~ Imp
 
Dear... Everyone that posts on the internet,

Please. I am only partially awake half of the time most days. If you insist on using parenthesis, please remember to close them at some point. Otherwise, my internal voice keeps going in a hushed whisper until the end of the paragraph, and that just confuses the fuck out of me.
 
Dear... Everyone that posts on the internet,

Please. I am only partially awake half of the time most days. If you insist on using parenthesis, please remember to close them at some point. Otherwise, my internal voice keeps going in a hushed whisper until the end of the paragraph, and that just confuses the fuck out of me.
Dear Thee,

(Will try.

:D
 
Dear X,

I should have realized after Wichita that you were just wanting someone to listen as you acted out your little dramas.

j
 
Various letters about produce

Dear People who put stickers on fruit,

Mostly your stickers are okay. Mostly. Except, you nectarine people could really take a lesson from the Red Delicious apple people. Those nectarine stickers are a bitch! And then they leave sticky stuff on the skin which displeases me for two reasons:
The first is that I have to take the knife and slice that little bit off because I'm scared that I'll be the one person who says "Meh" about that stickiness and then it will poison me and I'll wind up in the hospital with my guts malfunctioning.
The second is that I really like nectarine skin. So you're taking away some of my fruit enjoyment. And, well, blah on that.

----

Dear plums,

I don't like you. Sorry.
I didn't know my face could pucker like that. It must have been practicing yoga while I slept.

-----

Dear Green Giant,

Your baby carrots are the best. Please feel free to smush me up and use me as a badminton birdie next time I think about buying another brand.

-----

Dear Red Delicious Apples,

I love you. Please marry me?

- Bluebell
 


You weren't lucky enough to have known him. He was the real deal. I sailed with him. My father sailed with his father and our grandfathers were friends. Hell, I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for his father— my mother and father met on his boat. People like him are irreplaceable and the world is worse for his absence.

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Use sunscreen folks. A life lived outdoors before knowledge of the harm the sun can do led to melanoma.
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_____________ , age 63, sailed from this physical world on July 26, 2008. He was predeceased by his father, ________________________, and his mother, ______________. _____ was known by all as a man who cared deeply. This was evident in all areas of his life, especially in the love he expressed for his two children. Family and legacy were always of the highest importance to _____ and he often reminded us to treasure and hold precious our relationships with family and friends. Many whose paths crossed with _____ have written in recent days recalling how they looked to _____ as a role model. ______'s caring and firm commitment to whatever he endeavored led him naturally to positions of leadership, whether in personal relationships or community and career experiences. He was captain of the wrestling teams at ______ and ________ and as well as president of his fraternity. ____ always found time for community service and inevitably rose to positions of leadership and trust. It was in this capacity that he met _____. _____ was very proud of his service to our country in Vietnam. He served two tours, ending his service as a Lieutenant in command of a Swift Boat, patrolling the treacherous rivers and canals of Vietnam. His fellow "Swifties" have also rallied around him in his final days with words of encouragement, stories of bravery, and commendation. _______ was naturally drawn to the world of newspapers. Both his father and grandfather served as Publisher of the _____ _____. After working at the ______ _____ and the _____ _____ for a few years, _______ landed at the ______ ______. He always said his favorite job was being in charge of the Production Plant. He loved the demands of getting the papers delivered on time and he enjoyed the down to earth friendships of people in the press room. _____ retired from ________ in 2004 as Executive Vice President and President of ________'s Broadcasting division. Not one to sit still long, he joined __________ as President and CEO until recently.


_____ left behind a loving and adoring family - _____, his wife of 16 years; daughter, ____ of ____ and son, ________ of _________; stepdaughter, ___ _____, her husband ______ and three grandchildren, ______, _______ and _______ _______; and stepsons, _______ and ____ _______. Also left behind are one uncle, _____ ______ of ______, two sisters _____ ______of ______ and ____ ______ of _______, one brother, _____ ______ of ________, many cousins, and their families; members of ____ extended family; and ______, his faithful golden retriever. In all his endeavors, ____ focused on people. He took great pride in coaching and mentoring individuals in their rise to success. His greatest joy in these last days came from grateful notes and acknowledgements from individuals he helped. Aside from family and friends, sailing, particularly ocean racing was his greatest passion. He participated in a transatlantic race when he was just out of the Navy and 11 Newport to Bermuda Races among other ocean races during his life. Perhaps his most natural and enjoyable position of leadership was at the helm as proud skipper of his racing yacht _____. He loved the teambuilding and camaraderie of his crew and the diligent planning and preparation required for successful racing. "Skipper" and his crew won first and second place victories in the Bermuda Race among others to show for his tenacity, commitment and teambuilding. His grandchildren affectionately and appropriately called him Skipper and he was truly "Skipper of the Family."
 
such a great idea --

Dear Asshole,
i think that your such a fucking hypocrit. you always told me that you would never hit me, yet you abused me verbally which is just the same. you pretty much used my family, you made them fall in love with you, as well as me, and then you tell me that you fell out of love with me because im controlling. HELLO, who's the one that made me stop talking to all my guy friends because you thought i was flirting with them or fucking them. you basically told me that im too ugly for you... well guess what dollface... i know im beautiful, im told im beautiful. i'm glad i got on that plane and left you, i should have left you a LONG time ago, but i was in denial, you pretty much manipulated me. And as for those 3 things i need to work on before you even think about getting back with me... FUCK EM, i DONT want you back. by the way, you know as well as everyone in your family that i was the best thing that ever happened to you, your even fatter then i am, SO i hope you realize your not even going to come close to being with a girl who's all that, just a trailer park slut who thinks she is. I hope you never plan on going to TN, FL, NJ, or NY -- you'll end up in a body bag:)

-Me
 
Dear Karma;

I got the job, so thank you ever so much for that. Now, if it's not too much trouble, how about a little confidence that I can do it? I haven't even started yet and already I'm worried I'm over my head.

Sincerely,
glynndah
 
Dear Fates,
I swear to god if this ends up resulting in my mother being taken away from me there is no way that I will ever fucking forgive you, there is no way that I will ever believe in Karma because my mom is the most caring and loving person in the world and is way too fucking good to be going through this shit. Don't you dare do this to take her away from me, don't you fucking dare.
 
Dear Mum,

I know we don't do plastic bags these days, but I so wish you'd put the quilt into something for the laundry man to collect. It was embarrassing. His face puckered as he saw the brown stain, and I can't blame him.

You and I both know it was dog sick, but what was going through his mind, I wonder?

Very embarrassing :eek:

Zade
 
Dear Fates,
I swear to god if this ends up resulting in my mother being taken away from me there is no way that I will ever fucking forgive you, there is no way that I will ever believe in Karma because my mom is the most caring and loving person in the world and is way too fucking good to be going through this shit. Don't you dare do this to take her away from me, don't you fucking dare.

*Hugs*
:rose:
 
Dear Customers,

I'm sorry that you don't like the policy regarding checks at my company. However, blaming me does you no good. I don't make the rules, you know, and I can't simply defy them.

Good day,
Sev
 
Rocket Man



You weren't lucky enough to have known him. He was the real deal. I sailed with him. My father sailed with his father and our grandfathers were friends. Hell, I wouldn't be here at all if it weren't for his father— my mother and father met on his boat. People like him are irreplaceable and the world is worse for his absence.


Just keep sailin' my friend..... Let the wind honor his memory.....

-KC
 
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