Dear X:

[Misty_Morning]

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 , 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 N,

I miss you too. All the time. (Hence one of the reasons for the watch)

And I must say....I was just looking at some of the pics you sent me of you wearing the jacket....YOU ARE SO FUCKING HOT!

And one day...we'll try out the chaps.


I love you Darlin.


P

 

[FallingToFly]

Dear X(s)

No matter how much you talk, you're not going to convince me of anything that comes out of your mouth. You have no stock in the trust bank, no cushion to fall back on. Not a chance in hell and I moving anywhere, at anytime, with you guiding me. I can find my own cliffs to fall off of, tyvm.

You are a rude, uncouth little cunt. Kindly go fuck yourself with a rusty machete and die in a puddle of angst and agony ELSEWHERE. You're blocking my sun, and I could use the space you're taking up for an ugly piece of modern art.

Seriously- you don't want to put me on the schedule or in the position that you KNEW was the only reason I came to this company- that's fine. Because although you may be worried that I'll go somewhere else if I "have that training at our expense"- if you DON'T do it, you're DEFINITELY going to lose me as an employee. And since I'm one of the only TWO people who can handle the shit that you've been throwing around with last-minute emergencies and call-ins and changing the schedule IN MID-WEEK, yeah... it will hurt your bottom line a hell of a lot more than mine.

If I find one more piece of a Transformer in my bed, you're all getting the rules written on your adorable, lovable little hineys. With the flat of my hand. Seriously- I do NOT need intimate knowledge of Optimus' Primes cannons.

Will you please stop bitch-slapping me and my family around? You're supposed to be a benevolent being- and at this point, I'd feel more comfortable in Mother Kali's bloody hands.

Sincerely:

Me.

 

[Guest]

Unrelated to anyone here, to any of my family - I just have to vent.

Damn it. DAMN it.

How could you have done this? What were you thinking?

Did you actually imagine no one would ever find out?

Of course you didn't care about the negative impact this would have upon your children.

I am angry with your actions, yet sad for you and for what your future has now become.

 

[Lady_Guenivere]

Dear X,

(shaking my head in disbelief)

Are you fucking kidding me? I don't even know what to say.

Carry on then.

Me

 

[CWatson]

Dear X:

CONTROL YOURSELF.

Yes, she's really cute. Yes, she has a lovely smile. Yes, she's kind and uplifting and incredibly sweet. Yes, she may just like you back, which (as you've lamented over and over) would be perhaps the fifth time in your whole life that such a thing as happened. But it's not gonna work, and you know it.

First off, the sex. There won't be any, and you know it. There never is, with girls like that. They just aren't interested. Not only is she Christian, but she's a Nice Girl (that's one of the things you like about her, remember?), and those two just create a feedback loop. "How do I know it's wrong? Because I think so, and because God thinks so." What's a boyfriend compared to that? Nothing, is the answer. It never is. So if getting laid is high on your priority list for relationships (and don't bother lying, we know it is), then she's not right for you.

Second off: if you were crazy or desperate enough to say, "Fine, I'll hang in there until we're married" (and don't bother lying, we know you are), that's also probably gonna set you back a couple of years. She's not out of college yet. And you've heard her talk about the problems she has with her parents, and how determined they are to raise her by their design, and the sanctions they'll threaten if she deviates. It's going to be years yet before she's ready to marry: she needs to finish college, go home, fight her parents, break free of them (if she ever can--she probably has the strength, but God only knows), move out, establish her own self and personality, and then finally start looking round for some guy to make a family with. This process will take five or ten years, starting now. And besides, how do you even know you're the right guy for her--or, more pertinently, that you will be the right guy for her once she's finished evolving? You haven't been for the last two, and this girl is just one more in a pattern. She falls into The Type, the kind of girl you're just programmed to be attracted to but who isn't necessarily right for you. And you know it.

Third off: yes, she's there and available. We've been over this. Didn't you just make a resolution to forsake The Type and date around with a much wider net? Didn't you finally make the decision to say, "I'm gonna stop making the same mistakes and try to do things differently"? Wasn't it, in fact, this very girl who made you decide this? So why are you relapsing? Hold on, for heaven's sake. I thought you had more resolve than this. No, you can't count on the future... But you can count on the past. And that's where this girl should be.

So, come on, man. Chin up. You can do it. It's going to be hard and you're going to face a lot of rejection for a while, but you can do it. And you'll learn a lot more and be a lot happier in the end. Which is a lot more than you can say for this girl, no matter how attractive she is to you. She may not have the strength to be her own person. She may not have the strength to be the person who is right for you.

And you know it.

~sincerely,
You.

 

[lesbiaphrodite]

Dear X,

The leaves of November are falling just outside my window. I am remembering the burgeoning green grove we looked at together just a few months back, now turning old and blazing yellow, red, brown and tan. The fiery colors are a reminder of the burning passion we had that is now faded.

LA

 

[Just-Legal]

(Note: This does not apply to any of Lit's older members. Well, maybe one but he's an ass anyway)

Dear grey-haired elderly bitch on the bus:

Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

Respect has to be earnt, and you swanning around with that entitlement issue ain't gonna get you any. How DARE you come up to me and say "Move!" like that. Yes, I was sat down. Yes, my parents did raise me to respect my elders and offer my seat up. That was when I was IN.GOOD.HEALTH.

I CANNOT stand for an hour on a bus. I will keel over. No ifs or buts, I can't do it. I don't care if you scream at me til you're blue in the face, I'm not going to move. Oh, and for the record? It says elderly AND disabled on those seats, and considering this illness is keeping me from work, and will affect me for the rest of my life, I'm gonna class myself as disabled, and fuck you all.

ALSO: What is it with older people having instant rights to shit? I mean, what the hell? I was in the Dr's, in a queue to book an appointment and TWO olders came up and cut the frikkin line. Luckily the receptionist told them to take a hike but GEEZ...

I will, however, credit the older gentleman who was polite when I pointed out to him there was a line (consisting of myself and my sister so I'll let you off for thinking we were just waiting for someone) for the repeat prescriptions desk.

--

Dear Dr. X

So, in the course of trying to discover WTF is wrong with me, I have been diagnosed with:

Bradycardia (heart keeps skipping beats)
IBS
PCOS
Stress/Anxiety/Depression
Endometriosis
Migranes (ok we knew about that already its the severity that's got worse)
and a crapped out thyroid.

Oh, and this was all established through routine testing (except the PCOS and Endometriosis) and not through me constantly "whining that [I'm] ill". So you can take that big HYPOCHONDRIAC notice you put on my file you fucker and and you can stick it up your ass. It isn't hypochondria IF THERE'S ACTUALLY SOMETHING WRONG!

Thank gods for my new GP.

 

[fieryjen]

(Note: This does not apply to any of Lit's older members. Well, maybe one but he's an ass anyway)

Dear grey-haired elderly bitch on the bus:

Shut. The. Fuck. Up.

Respect has to be earnt, and you swanning around with that entitlement issue ain't gonna get you any. How DARE you come up to me and say "Move!" like that. Yes, I was sat down. Yes, my parents did raise me to respect my elders and offer my seat up. That was when I was IN.GOOD.HEALTH.

I CANNOT stand for an hour on a bus. I will keel over. No ifs or buts, I can't do it. I don't care if you scream at me til you're blue in the face, I'm not going to move. Oh, and for the record? It says elderly AND disabled on those seats, and considering this illness is keeping me from work, and will affect me for the rest of my life, I'm gonna class myself as disabled, and fuck you all.

ALSO: What is it with older people having instant rights to shit? I mean, what the hell? I was in the Dr's, in a queue to book an appointment and TWO olders came up and cut the frikkin line. Luckily the receptionist told them to take a hike but GEEZ...

I will, however, credit the older gentleman who was polite when I pointed out to him there was a line (consisting of myself and my sister so I'll let you off for thinking we were just waiting for someone) for the repeat prescriptions desk.

--

Dear Dr. X

So, in the course of trying to discover WTF is wrong with me, I have been diagnosed with:

Bradycardia (heart keeps skipping beats)
IBS
PCOS
Stress/Anxiety/Depression
Endometriosis
Migranes (ok we knew about that already its the severity that's got worse)
and a crapped out thyroid.

Oh, and this was all established through routine testing (except the PCOS and Endometriosis) and not through me constantly "whining that [I'm] ill". So you can take that big HYPOCHONDRIAC notice you put on my file you fucker and and you can stick it up your ass. It isn't hypochondria IF THERE'S ACTUALLY SOMETHING WRONG!

Thank gods for my new GP.

*hugs*

I don't know what else to offer, I know you're going through so much.

Some people are fucking rude and/or stupid - sorry you encounter so many of them

 

[Katyusha]

Dear D.,
I hope this is your last time as our interim manager; everything was fine with our real manager out of town all week until you decided you needed to stick your nose in our business yesterday. You fucked everything up so well that I'll be surprised if I'm not the only person who shows up at work tomorrow.

Dear E.,
Next time, work it out with whoever the hell our acting manager is and with distro what's going on before you fucking send us down there. You canNOT simply change plans because YOU don't want us to do what we HAVE to do in order to get things done and I will NOT tolerate being told three different stories repeatedly by three different people.

Dear Distro,
Keep your damned opinions of our hub to your-own-fucking-self. We don't need to hear it and we don't want to hear it.

To all of you named above,
We have had it with being caught in the middle of your stupid petty power struggles. You forget that we see all sides of what y'all do and need because we run between you and NOT ONE OF YOU is willing to try and understand what the hell is going on everywhere else. You'd rather play the blame game when things go wrong and WE end up taking all the abuse for that.

Go fuck yourselves, all of you.

 

[CWatson]

I'm with ya, Kat. I hate people who play the blame game. If you can't face the consequences of your own mistakes, go home and play with your Barbie dolls. There is no place for you in the real world.

...Unfortunately, American culture kind of encourages this sort of passing-the-buck, and I fear it's catching on in the global community as well. Catch-Me-Fuck-Me running rampant. And these sleazeballs don't seem to realize is that, ultimately, the ones who really get fucked are the people like you and me--the ones who actually get things done--and that only a thin veneer of patience and virtue keeps us from telling them to jump in a lake and going home. Which, if we did, would leave them high and dry, because they don't know how to do anything, only blame others for not getting it done.

(You'd think we'd learn, but unfortunately we're too nice. That's a big part of why we keep getting stabbed in the back.)

 

[fieryjen]

Dear People who are supposed to do a bunch of work around my house yet never show up or call me,

I am so fucking sick of giving you calls and running after you without a damn thing ever happening. I'd really appreciate it if my house stayed warm and non-rotting over the winter.

Fuck you all.

Jen

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear People who are supposed to do a bunch of work around my house yet never show up or call me,

I am so fucking sick of giving you calls and running after you without a damn thing ever happening. I'd really appreciate it if my house stayed warm and non-rotting over the winter.

Fuck you all.

Jen

/huggle

 

[fieryjen]

/huggle

Thanks.




I forgot to say:

Fuck you all.

Twice.

Jen

And by that I still mean the people who seem to be trying to purposely piss me off, of course.

 

[Guest]

Dear sweet dad-in-law:

I need to pat you on your head.

Thank you for trying to make this Thanksgiving event easier on us all, and we appreciate the thought behind ordering one of those ready-made dinner kits from the grocery store, but a cornish game hen ain't gonna feed 6 hungry people.

I don't know why you felt the need to change tradition (you cook the bird, we bring everything else, or variations thereof) but now we'll have to bring a whole turkey, too, or people won't have enough to eat, especially if BIL decides to bring some of his slack-jawed children.

Kisses, dear man. We'll go ahead and bring the entire dinner to add to what you have, including a big-ass bird.

 

[fieryjen]

Dear sweet dad-in-law:

I need to pat you on your head.

Thank you for trying to make this Thanksgiving event easier on us all, and we appreciate the thought behind ordering one of those ready-made dinner kits from the grocery store, but a cornish game hen ain't gonna feed 6 hungry people.

I don't know why you felt the need to change tradition (you cook the bird, we bring everything else, or variations thereof) but now we'll have to bring a whole turkey, too, or people won't have enough to eat, especially if BIL decides to bring some of his slack-jawed children.

Kisses, dear man. We'll go ahead and bring the entire dinner to add to what you have, including a big-ass bird.

He should meet my mother-in-law. They sound exactly alike.

 

[TheeGoatPig]

Dear X,

Well excuse me for wanting to be touched by someone because they want to touch me instead of having to pay someone for something so intimate. I forgot how horrid I really am, that everything has to be done by professionals, and that even saying hello to someone will cost us all money someday. What the hell is wrong with you people?

 

[CeriseNoire]

Dear X,

I sit here, in my usual retrospective time, and I can't help but wonder why the mere mention of your name still makes me cringe. After all, you're not the first of your kind to cross my path, and I am close to the best place of my life (though unlike some I still have the luxury of years to grow). Maybe my ego really is bigger than I care for it to be, and my distaste comes from having it used as a stepping stone toward your goals. Or perhaps it's the sting of being reminded to trust my instincts... they're usually dead on.

In the end what does matter, is that when I think of the future I eschewed, it's then that I can't help but smile...

 

[Trombonus]

Dear mom,

Could you possibly stop being a raging bitch for five seconds maybe?

Thanks,
C

 

[FallingToFly]

Dear X:

I miss you. It's sad, but true.

Me.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Dear X(s),

Give me a fucking break! I volunteered to help because I wanted to, but I swear sometimes it's all I can do to hold my tongue and not tell you exactly what I think of you. You are ruining it for everyone. I want to bang my head against the desk every time I see you whine about how everyone are cheaters and are out to get you, and you're just Mr. Innocent.

*puke*

God I hope no one else is stupid enough to believe your delusions.

And furthermore, this is my first year doing this, and I'm pretty much doing it alone. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind helping out at all since the other person has had things to deal with. Considering I am learning as I go, I think I'm doing a pretty damned good job. I do have a life, so excuse me if things are not updated exactly when you think they should be. I'm not a computer, you know.

Oh, and despite how much I loathe the character you portray here, I am fair and impartial when it comes to that which is my responsibility. All will be checked. Not just yours.

So go ahead and once again whine about conspiracy theories. I can hold my head high knowing I did my job well and made things fair for everyone.

But damn I get tired of every year there being someone who just can't play fair and just has to try and bend or break every rule possible. Grrr...

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear X

I may be a punk rock bitch, I may look like no one would listen to me, but let me tell you something - I scrub up VERY well, and if someone crosses my mother? You'd better believe I can make your life hell.

Never, ever try to con her again. I'm taking that fake peice of shit to be verified AS fake, and if you don't cough up? I'm gonna play dirty.

 

[fieryjen]

Dear X

I may be a punk rock bitch, I may look like no one would listen to me, but let me tell you something - I scrub up VERY well, and if someone crosses my mother? You'd better believe I can make your life hell.

Never, ever try to con her again. I'm taking that fake peice of shit to be verified AS fake, and if you don't cough up? I'm gonna play dirty.

*hugs and cheers*

I don't know what's going on exactly, but you show that guy.

 

[Just-Legal]

*hugs and cheers*

I don't know what's going on exactly, but you show that guy.

She bought a bag that someone swore up and down was geniuine Mulberry, and it isn't. We told them it was fake and told them to take it back, and they won't, they're all "Oh but we got it on good faith as a prize".

Bad idea.

So Friday I go to Leeds, with this peice of shit, to the Mulberry shop, to get them to authenticate it. Or rather, not. I'm gonna tie my hair up, wear my interview outfit and generally tone down the "I don't give a fuck" so they actually listen to me and not just have me thrown out (so glad my dye hasn't arrived yet). And when they confirm it isn't real, the fucker has one last chance to do a refund before I really play nasty.

Edited to add: Mum's in Birmingham or I'd make her do it herself

 

[kbate]

Dear Megan,

I re-read your story several times and each time brings tears anew as I think of what we had and what we lost.

I am sorry, for what little good that phrase holds. I wish things were otherwise, but I am as I am, for good or bad.

k

 

[Lady_Guenivere]

Dear X,

If you grab my ass again...I will f-ing smack you upside the head. You are my work colleague. How could you possibly think I would be ok with that. Your advances are completely inappropriate and unwelcome, even if you think you are being funny. I don't want to run to HR like a little bitch...but you so f-ing deserve it.
I am so freaking pissed.

LG