Dear X:

Dear P,

I was just watching some clips from various shows, on youtube.

Tumhari yaad aah ri thi.

I just want what they have.

Main usi din ke liye ji re hi hain, jub meri hooton, tumhari hooton se mille.

<3 Me
 
Dear bus driver.

Half an hour. It took you HALF AN HOUR to realise the drunks on the back of the bus weren't going to quiet down, weren't going to stop swearing and threatening people. There were THREE small kids on this bus, scared out of their skins. I was terrified, and if the old lady next to me hadn't grabbed my hand and told me I'd be ok you would have been calling an ambulance 'cause I would have been in a full-on panic attack.

How many people BEGGED you to do something? Oh, they should have done it themselves? Those in no position of authority, against three drunk people, loud, agressive, intimidating? I mean hell, I would have phoned the police, except I DIDN'T KNOW WHERE THE HELL I WAS!

So, you finally step up and do something. You shout at them at Hemsworth, tell them if they get off the bus YOU WON'T CALL THE POLICE. What. The. Fuck. By this point they've started punching each other and screaming, and you're just telling them to get off?

Jesus. I bolted like a fucking rabbit into Tesco and begged security to go out there and sort it out. I hope to fuck they did, but I spent an hour hiding in the damn store til I was sure they had gone.
 
Dear R.,

Quit trying to get me on your side. The one guy doesn't do what he does to you because "he needs to be the star of the show," he does it because you're a fucking idiot who never has a clue. If he was just a conceited asshat that needed to always have the spotlight on him, believe me, I'd have noticed it by now because he'd be doing that shit to everyone and not just you. Got it? Or do I have to tell you fifteen times like I have to do with everything else?

Dear E.,

You need something, you call my boss or if it's something I can handle, you call my fucking cell phone. Don't call the store and ask them to relay messages that end with, "Just have her call me back." I'm sick of you getting pissed at me because you needed something an hour ago that I didn't know about.

And quit with the micromanaging. You are not my manager and I will do what my manager tells me to do even if it's not what you want me to do. And as for everyone else, they'll do things how I need them to do things. You countermand me in front of everyone again, and I will be the person calling the brass over your head, do you understand me? Or do I have to treat you like R. and repeat this fifteen times?

Dear J.,

I am SO not looking forward to seeing you at work anymore. You've pissed me off one too many times so forgive me if I give you the cold shoulder. Go fuck yourself, at this point all you do is make me sick.
 
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Dear EU

Why are you contemplating setting fish quotas for amateur beach and sea fishermen?

Are you trying to alienate almost all the coastal dwellers in Europe?

Who is going to enforce those quotas? The Royal Navy can't enforce the quotas on professional fishermen so who is going to enforce them on the amateurs?

There is no registration scheme nor licence structure for amateur sea fishermen. Locally they abide by recommended minimum sizes of fish that can be kept, but that is wholly voluntary. If they caught an undersized fish who would know? I'm not peering out of my window at 3am to check.

Who is an amateur fisherman? I can walk to the beach in 30 seconds, cast a line into the sea, and then I'm a fisherman? When I walk back to my house, I'm not a fisherman?

I wish the EU legislators had some common sense.

I might as well howl at the moon.

Og
 
Dear Woman who Can't Park her Car Correctly,

My car was parked perfectly between the yellow lines. I know because I checked before I went into the store. Yours was parked with your driver's side wheels resting on the yellow line on my side. Again, I know this because I looked.

So, what kind of nerve do you have to page me out of the store to move my car so you can get in your driver's door? Oh, and I do hope you thanked the store employee who climbed in through the passenger door and backed your car out of the parking place so you could leave because I didn't get there quick enough and you were in such a hurry.

Sincerely,

The nice lady who went back out in the cold to move her correctly parked car and didn't even get a thank you for it
 
Dear Self:

Learn to sleep.

Also:

DAMNIT!

Why didn't I know Majel Roddenberry had passed away until NOW?!

/Broken
 
Dear local teenagers,

I know we didn't want to hear your drunken imitation of carol singers, nor did we want to pay you for it, but we said "No thank you" politely.

We didn't expect you to plaster used pizza and particularly hot mozzarella cheese all over our cars.

Do you know, or care, how long it takes to clean congealed mozzarella from a windscreen?

It may have seemed to you that it was funny. I didn't think so.

Og
 
Dear X,

I like the way you sing. When I listen to your music, I feel free and that's a rare feeling indeed. I will always be grateful to you for letting me hear your words and rhythmic tunes.

LA
 
Dear Karma/Universe/God/Dog etc:

How's it hangin'? Things going well for you? Weather been good?

I'm certain that work has been busy for you since I haven't heard from you in a while. I thought I would take a moment to let you know that I could use a hand.

No, I don't need the lottery...though it would be nice. Really, I'm not asking for much except to be left alone for a while. Maybe some guidance is called for because I can't for the life of me remember ever killing someone that would cause my karma to suck so badly.

Yes, I gave at the office this year. Yes, I tossed coins at the Salvation Army dude's bucket. No, I didn't travel to a third world and help starving babies or lend a hand in finding the cure for a major disease but we can't all do those things... only a select few can become sainted or win the Nobel Peace Prize.

So, I'm asking kindly for you to get my back.

With much love and tons of groovy hugs,
v~
 
Dear "The Game" players,

Posting that I lost a game that I wasn't playing says to me that you are the loser for thinking I would care, or that your posts would be there for more than an hour ;)
 
Dear "The Game" players,

Posting that I lost a game that I wasn't playing says to me that you are the loser for thinking I would care, or that your posts would be there for more than an hour ;)

I've had people pull that one on me. Reply with good natured, "Oh, is that something I should have been bothered about?" irritates the heck out of them :)
 
I've had people pull that one on me. Reply with good natured, "Oh, is that something I should have been bothered about?" irritates the heck out of them :)

I moderate a gaming forum. I just ban them and delete every post they make. No one even knows they existed :D
 
Dear ex,
I can’t believe that you did this to me. You screwed me over and didn’t ever once stop to think about all the pain you would cause me. You walked all over me for 2.5 years and I just took it. I cooked for you, cleaned for you, paid your bills and made sure you had all the money and alcohol you could ever need to be happy. I bought you things you wanted, because you told me you loved me and that you would love me forever if I just bought you things you wanted.
You used me for everything, money, drugs, sex, food and shelter. You stole from me to buy marijuana and then asked for more money so you could share with your friends. You would come to me for sex once in a while and would just want your own pleasure and then walk away, not caring about me. You used me for whatever you needed and wanted. I took it for years until this, you fucked my cousin?! And not just my cousin, but the one who took advantage of me when I was but a child. You fucked him, in my room, in my bed, in front of ME?! I am done!
Take your shit. Pack your bags. LEAVE! I have quit taking your shit officially! Go home and live with mommy because I am not taking care of you no more! I want the money you owe me and I want you to give me the damn phone I paid for. No you can’t have the car I paid for and no I won’t ever take you back. Sure my family likes you better but you know what? I don’t give a shit. There are people who love me and care about me and that’s all that matters.
I lived my life in your servitude for long enough, its time to live my life. Do what I want, what I need. Today is a new day and you are no longer in control.
Daddies pet
 
Dear ex,
I can’t believe that you did this to me. You screwed me over and didn’t ever once stop to think about all the pain you would cause me. You walked all over me for 2.5 years and I just took it. I cooked for you, cleaned for you, paid your bills and made sure you had all the money and alcohol you could ever need to be happy. I bought you things you wanted, because you told me you loved me and that you would love me forever if I just bought you things you wanted.
You used me for everything, money, drugs, sex, food and shelter. You stole from me to buy marijuana and then asked for more money so you could share with your friends. You would come to me for sex once in a while and would just want your own pleasure and then walk away, not caring about me. You used me for whatever you needed and wanted. I took it for years until this, you fucked my cousin?! And not just my cousin, but the one who took advantage of me when I was but a child. You fucked him, in my room, in my bed, in front of ME?! I am done!
Take your shit. Pack your bags. LEAVE! I have quit taking your shit officially! Go home and live with mommy because I am not taking care of you no more! I want the money you owe me and I want you to give me the damn phone I paid for. No you can’t have the car I paid for and no I won’t ever take you back. Sure my family likes you better but you know what? I don’t give a shit. There are people who love me and care about me and that’s all that matters.
I lived my life in your servitude for long enough, its time to live my life. Do what I want, what I need. Today is a new day and you are no longer in control.
Daddies pet

:rose:
 
You surely are a cockSUCKER.


Hmm, I feel better already. Thanks for the thread - and merry xmas.
 
Dear ex,
I can’t believe that you did this to me. You screwed me over and didn’t ever once stop to think about all the pain you would cause me. You walked all over me for 2.5 years and I just took it. I cooked for you, cleaned for you, paid your bills and made sure you had all the money and alcohol you could ever need to be happy. I bought you things you wanted, because you told me you loved me and that you would love me forever if I just bought you things you wanted.
You used me for everything, money, drugs, sex, food and shelter. You stole from me to buy marijuana and then asked for more money so you could share with your friends. You would come to me for sex once in a while and would just want your own pleasure and then walk away, not caring about me. You used me for whatever you needed and wanted. I took it for years until this, you fucked my cousin?! And not just my cousin, but the one who took advantage of me when I was but a child. You fucked him, in my room, in my bed, in front of ME?! I am done!
Take your shit. Pack your bags. LEAVE! I have quit taking your shit officially! Go home and live with mommy because I am not taking care of you no more! I want the money you owe me and I want you to give me the damn phone I paid for. No you can’t have the car I paid for and no I won’t ever take you back. Sure my family likes you better but you know what? I don’t give a shit. There are people who love me and care about me and that’s all that matters.
I lived my life in your servitude for long enough, its time to live my life. Do what I want, what I need. Today is a new day and you are no longer in control.
Daddies pet

:rose:
 
Dear Grace,

I had no idea you made hindi music videos now, too!
(Minute 1:28-minute 2:00. You're the one always directly to the right of the female lead. In the black and white dress with the long dark hair and awesome hat. And killer dance moves.)
So talented!

It took me forever just to nail down the exact minutes where we can see you the best because I was so enraptured.
That video is Teh Awesomeness. :D

Love,

Bluebs
 
Dear Grace,

I had no idea you made hindi music videos now, too!
(Minute 1:28-minute 2:00. You're the one always directly to the right of the female lead. In the black and white dress with the long dark hair and awesome hat. And killer dance moves.)
So talented!

It took me forever just to nail down the exact minutes where we can see you the best because I was so enraptured.
That video is Teh Awesomeness. :D

Love,

Bluebs

Dear A,

Are you on crack? or perhaps i'm blind...

I guess you are referring to this av i had?

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/FallenFG/18-1.jpg

???

:p

yeah, i look great in that video don't i? :D

:kiss:
 
Dear man who donated sperm to my mother,
You are an asshole, you are NOT entitled to anything, especially the way things went when I was young. You didn't make an effort for me to my brother then, why should I have expected you to make an effort for your grandson? The social worker wrote you letters about us, you never wrote her back. What is worst is you had the chance to keep us out of foster care, but you said no because for some reason I will never know you said no and wouldn't take care of us.
I told you that I would not let you hurt my son the way you hurt me when I was little, you broke my heart several times and continue to do so even now. You can't stop drinking, you lie, you try to make people feel sorry for you...I did at one point, but I don't any more. All of it is YOUR choice, you are the one that chooses beer over your own grandson. I shouldn't be surprised because you chose it over your own son and daughter about 25 years ago.
I called you on your birthday, you didn't call me on mine and you didn't call your grandson on thanksgiving or christmas to wish him happy holidays. Yet you imagine that I said I would call you on a specific day and time, I did not and my husband heard the phone call with you so he can vouch for me.
Staying sober for a single day is not good enough to see your grandson, I have told you that several times over the past nine months. I know you, you won't stay sober to see your grandson, you couldn't stay sober to see your own kids. What I have a problem with is that you don't know control and never have. Yes his Yaya and Papou have a drink each night before they go to bed and the occasional drink of wine or something but they know CONTROl. You don't, you drive when drunk, you fish when drunk and you do stupid shit when drunk. You don't drink to have one or two, you drink to get drunk and always have.
I will not pity you, I refuse to because it is a choice that you have made. This isn't the first time you made it, I am not going to allow you to break my son's heart like you have mine. The door has been shut and I refuse to open it. That means my son will never know his grandfather then so be it because I can not expose him to that kind of heartbreak knowing it will happen and I can not continue to let you break my heart any more.
Goodbye, maybe I will see you some day at your funeral but that will probably be it. I know it's sad and it breaks my heart to say that but I just can't trust you enough. I love you, I really honestly do. But until you love me and my son enough to do what you need to do not only for us but for yourself as well then I am sorry but I just can't...
Your daughter...

PS...I forgot to add that Hunter will be calling my uncle, my mom's brother, Grampy Richie since that's the closest he'll get to a grandfather on that side of the family...
 
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:rose:

BIG hugs, Mrs. DL.

I can sympathize.

:heart:

*big hugs back* Thanks, I didn't want to do it and I don't want to do it but for the sake of my son I have to do it. It may seem cruel but it's a necessity and a result of my father's own choices as no one is making him do it...
 
*big hugs back* Thanks, I didn't want to do it and I don't want to do it but for the sake of my son I have to do it. It may seem cruel but it's a necessity and a result of my father's own choices as no one is making him do it...

Being involved by circumstance in something very similar, I can understand your choices . . . not to mention how painful they must be.

*sigh* Whatever happened to that perfect world we all imagined when we were kids?
 
Being involved by circumstance in something very similar, I can understand your choices . . . not to mention how painful they must be.

*sigh* Whatever happened to that perfect world we all imagined when we were kids?

My world was never perfect when I was little, I guess I never imagined a perfect one because of that...Yet another thing that was a result of my father and his choices, but I'm happy and content where I'm at now.

It is painful but I'm getting better with it, it's less and less painful each time my father and I fight about it. I have also accepted that it is his choice, no matter what I do I'm not going to convince him otherwise and I know that now and as people have told me not to do I'm not going to waste my energy trying to get him to change when I know he won't.
 
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