Dianthus
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OhMissScarlett
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rgraham666
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Thank you, Rob.
I'm better. I've given up thinking.
I've been trying that as well.
It's tougher to stop than smoking though.
More *HUGS*
Black13
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Dear ex-girlfriend from years ago:
I understand that the divorce process is a total mindfuck, but we're not getting back together. I understand that one of the many, many problems that precipitated the divorce from my own brief marriage was the fact that I was still holding on to some feelings I had for you. I understand that, in the litany of self-actualization that occurred following my divorce, I found you, got back in contact with you, and let you know exactly how I felt about everything that concerned us in my life; after all, you were the first woman for whom I'd ever felt ready to give everything.
What I need you to understand, however, is that, although we had to talk myself through the whole thing, I made it very clear from the start that I was not trying to come between you and your husband, and that what we had was years ago. I eventually came to my conclusions, gave it a decent burial, and proceeded to move on with my life. Also understand that you were the one who left me, and do not think that you can just pull me back in at will. Yes, yes, the old pitter-patter gets reawakened by all this, but I think we both know this is wrong.
Funny. We're the best relationship that never happened, eh? I'll talk you through this like you did with me, but frankly, I'm actually glad we live 2000 miles away from each other right now. We need to get on with our lives.
I understand that the divorce process is a total mindfuck, but we're not getting back together. I understand that one of the many, many problems that precipitated the divorce from my own brief marriage was the fact that I was still holding on to some feelings I had for you. I understand that, in the litany of self-actualization that occurred following my divorce, I found you, got back in contact with you, and let you know exactly how I felt about everything that concerned us in my life; after all, you were the first woman for whom I'd ever felt ready to give everything.
What I need you to understand, however, is that, although we had to talk myself through the whole thing, I made it very clear from the start that I was not trying to come between you and your husband, and that what we had was years ago. I eventually came to my conclusions, gave it a decent burial, and proceeded to move on with my life. Also understand that you were the one who left me, and do not think that you can just pull me back in at will. Yes, yes, the old pitter-patter gets reawakened by all this, but I think we both know this is wrong.
Funny. We're the best relationship that never happened, eh? I'll talk you through this like you did with me, but frankly, I'm actually glad we live 2000 miles away from each other right now. We need to get on with our lives.
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Miss_Pixie
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Dear X:
I have a life, a very good life, a busy life. It does not include bowing to your every whim. Please stop calling and getting pissy when I have to work.
-Pixie
I have a life, a very good life, a busy life. It does not include bowing to your every whim. Please stop calling and getting pissy when I have to work.
-Pixie
theravenfox
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Dear Sorry Excuse For A Friend,
You are a callous deluded asshole. You have lied to me about your intentions for the last fucking time. I don't know if you have male PMS that causes you to periodically go absolutely STUPID or if you just have managed to keep me blinded to this horrible personality flaw in all these 13 or so years we've been friends. In either case, take a fucking Midol because the blinders have come OFF. I see you for what you are. I'm your best bud when it's convenient for you and slightly above clipping your toenails on your priority list when it is not. You have pissed me off, hurt my feelings and shot your own moronic self in the FOOT with your actions. The bridge is burnt. Either rebuild a new one quickly, made of more solid stuff than your shitty, shady intentions or purchase the fucking bus ticket to get the hell out of my life and my house. But know that the only thing I'm going to believe are your ACTIONS, you two-faced piece of shit. I no longer accept your word as anything more than a waste of breath. You wouldn't know honor if it got jammed up your ass on a broadsword, so I'm going to have to see some fucking proof. Until then, FUCK YOU!
Sincerely,
Fed Up!
P.S. By all rights, I should cc this to your precious (read sorry and pathetic) excuse for a girlfriend who wouldn't give you a place to stay if you WERE married to the bitch! She broke off the engagement because she isn't going to put up with your immature shit AND she is a money-grubbing, gold-digging whore. But that's who you want to put all your energy into, shitting on everyone who has ever helped you (ME) to pave the way to her. So go ahead. Hop that fucking bus and don't look back. Maybe she'll give you directions to the fucking bridge you're going to live under when you get there because she's NOT going to let your sorry ass live with her. And again I say, FUCK YOU!
You are a callous deluded asshole. You have lied to me about your intentions for the last fucking time. I don't know if you have male PMS that causes you to periodically go absolutely STUPID or if you just have managed to keep me blinded to this horrible personality flaw in all these 13 or so years we've been friends. In either case, take a fucking Midol because the blinders have come OFF. I see you for what you are. I'm your best bud when it's convenient for you and slightly above clipping your toenails on your priority list when it is not. You have pissed me off, hurt my feelings and shot your own moronic self in the FOOT with your actions. The bridge is burnt. Either rebuild a new one quickly, made of more solid stuff than your shitty, shady intentions or purchase the fucking bus ticket to get the hell out of my life and my house. But know that the only thing I'm going to believe are your ACTIONS, you two-faced piece of shit. I no longer accept your word as anything more than a waste of breath. You wouldn't know honor if it got jammed up your ass on a broadsword, so I'm going to have to see some fucking proof. Until then, FUCK YOU!
Sincerely,
Fed Up!
P.S. By all rights, I should cc this to your precious (read sorry and pathetic) excuse for a girlfriend who wouldn't give you a place to stay if you WERE married to the bitch! She broke off the engagement because she isn't going to put up with your immature shit AND she is a money-grubbing, gold-digging whore. But that's who you want to put all your energy into, shitting on everyone who has ever helped you (ME) to pave the way to her. So go ahead. Hop that fucking bus and don't look back. Maybe she'll give you directions to the fucking bridge you're going to live under when you get there because she's NOT going to let your sorry ass live with her. And again I say, FUCK YOU!
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mynameisben
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MagicaPractica
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Dear Universe,
I am so fucking tired of feeling tired and insecure. I know many new moms and wives feel this way. Please help.
Thanks,
M.
I am so fucking tired of feeling tired and insecure. I know many new moms and wives feel this way. Please help.
Thanks,
M.
voluptuary_manque
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Just-Legal
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Dear Lit
I'm sorry I stayed away for so long. Being back feels like coming home.
Dear X
I hate moving house. But I don't mind the painting.
I'm sorry I stayed away for so long. Being back feels like coming home.
Dear X
I hate moving house. But I don't mind the painting.
oggbashan
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Handley_Page
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Just-Legal
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Welcome back.
You've been missed.
Og
*blushes* Thanks Og, it's really good to see you! And nice to see other familiar faces too.
Okay, except one. One of the reasons I left is still here I see *snickers*
LettersFromTatyana
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Dear X-
Another board meeting yesterday, and yet again you manage to finagle the seat next to me. Why do you keep hitting on me, over and over again, after I have repeatedly turned you down?
And what's up with last night's "compliment"? You stood up, slapped your hands to your belly, and told me--in front of the entire board, and in a loud voice--that I've "tightened up real good" since the kid was born. Who says things like this? You really make being the only woman under the age of eighty there a special experience. It's no wonder your business is suffering. I'd never hire you, even with the "special discounts" and "free service" you've offered me. So stop.
You're dumb, rude, selfish, and creepy. Plus, you always have food in your mustache; we all notice, since you feel the need to repeat whatever the last person has said in your own special words, lengthening our meetings by at least thirty minutes. A quick check in the rearview mirror never hurt anyone, you know.
Thanks to you, I'm now cowering in the corner of the only coffee shop in town, hoping that you won't come over and interrupt my work, like you do almost every day. The books you suggest are completely unrelated to my research, and your thoughts on the subject aren't that deep. And as I've told you many times, these are the only three hours I have to myself during the day, and I need to do my work. Maybe you missed the memo, but if a person has earbuds in and continues to look down while you're standing two feet from them, it's because they don't want to talk to you.
Just stop. Please.
Oh, and stop leaning over to whisper in my ear. Your breath reeks.
Another board meeting yesterday, and yet again you manage to finagle the seat next to me. Why do you keep hitting on me, over and over again, after I have repeatedly turned you down?
And what's up with last night's "compliment"? You stood up, slapped your hands to your belly, and told me--in front of the entire board, and in a loud voice--that I've "tightened up real good" since the kid was born. Who says things like this? You really make being the only woman under the age of eighty there a special experience. It's no wonder your business is suffering. I'd never hire you, even with the "special discounts" and "free service" you've offered me. So stop.
You're dumb, rude, selfish, and creepy. Plus, you always have food in your mustache; we all notice, since you feel the need to repeat whatever the last person has said in your own special words, lengthening our meetings by at least thirty minutes. A quick check in the rearview mirror never hurt anyone, you know.
Thanks to you, I'm now cowering in the corner of the only coffee shop in town, hoping that you won't come over and interrupt my work, like you do almost every day. The books you suggest are completely unrelated to my research, and your thoughts on the subject aren't that deep. And as I've told you many times, these are the only three hours I have to myself during the day, and I need to do my work. Maybe you missed the memo, but if a person has earbuds in and continues to look down while you're standing two feet from them, it's because they don't want to talk to you.
Just stop. Please.
Oh, and stop leaning over to whisper in my ear. Your breath reeks.
LettersFromTatyana
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Dear data gods-
Really? You're doing this to me again?
You took my first dissertation topic away from me after a year. Fine. I dealt, and moved on. I called it a learning experience, and was glad that I built up all that knowledge in a random but useful topic.
But what gave you the right to take my second topic away? I devoted three years of my life to it--three years!--and suffered through some awful exams on that damn topic.
And why does everyone I know keep spouting the "these things happen" and "it's a learning experience" lines. No! I'm sorry, but I'm not buying that "learning experience" bullshit again.
You know what, data gods? I'm beginning to think that y'all are just manipulative bastards. You've been stringing me along for years with the promise of a dissertation and a job. Have you been lying to me this whole time? Maybe I should just swallow my pride, quit, and run away to a farm in Vermont in some sort of Barbara Kingsolver-like fantasy.
Oh, and I'm buying those shoes today. I don't care how expensive they are; they're cute, and I want them. And I might go blond. Or Christina Hendricks red. That'll look damn good with those shoes. See? I don't need you.
So consider yourself on notice, data gods. If I don't have a new topic in a month, I'm outta here. And you'll have to find someone else to mess with.
Signed,
The disgruntled doctoral student
Really? You're doing this to me again?
You took my first dissertation topic away from me after a year. Fine. I dealt, and moved on. I called it a learning experience, and was glad that I built up all that knowledge in a random but useful topic.
But what gave you the right to take my second topic away? I devoted three years of my life to it--three years!--and suffered through some awful exams on that damn topic.
And why does everyone I know keep spouting the "these things happen" and "it's a learning experience" lines. No! I'm sorry, but I'm not buying that "learning experience" bullshit again.
You know what, data gods? I'm beginning to think that y'all are just manipulative bastards. You've been stringing me along for years with the promise of a dissertation and a job. Have you been lying to me this whole time? Maybe I should just swallow my pride, quit, and run away to a farm in Vermont in some sort of Barbara Kingsolver-like fantasy.
Oh, and I'm buying those shoes today. I don't care how expensive they are; they're cute, and I want them. And I might go blond. Or Christina Hendricks red. That'll look damn good with those shoes. See? I don't need you.
So consider yourself on notice, data gods. If I don't have a new topic in a month, I'm outta here. And you'll have to find someone else to mess with.
Signed,
The disgruntled doctoral student
EmeraldKitten
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Dear X,
Everything you say makes sense to my rational side. The other side, the one that loves you, wants to argue against everything you say. You might be right. We're in a situation where there is no right answer...and every option is worse than the last. No matter what, I don't regret any time we've spent together. I've learned a lot about life in the past several years. I'm grateful for that.
I wish I had a magic wand that would make all the bad disappear, but I'm not that lucky. I wish I knew what the right option was. I wish I could make a choice. Are we drawing out the inevitable?
It hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows...and maybe it was ill-fated from the start. Who knows.
Maybe I'll decide today... maybe I'll bury my head in the sand and keep looking past what I don't want to see.
No matter what, I'll always love you, and wish you well.
Everything you say makes sense to my rational side. The other side, the one that loves you, wants to argue against everything you say. You might be right. We're in a situation where there is no right answer...and every option is worse than the last. No matter what, I don't regret any time we've spent together. I've learned a lot about life in the past several years. I'm grateful for that.
I wish I had a magic wand that would make all the bad disappear, but I'm not that lucky. I wish I knew what the right option was. I wish I could make a choice. Are we drawing out the inevitable?
It hasn't always been sunshine and rainbows...and maybe it was ill-fated from the start. Who knows.
Maybe I'll decide today... maybe I'll bury my head in the sand and keep looking past what I don't want to see.
No matter what, I'll always love you, and wish you well.
Dear T,
I doubt that, somehow, which may not be much of a consolation until you start appreciating what you found. I don't mean like losing 10¢ and finding a 1$ - but you knew that. To know something has been lost, it had to have a value. Finding meaning in the value of something lost helps to appreciate the value in all that surrounds us. It helps us not lose things, and puts perspective on the things we take for granted.
Bullshit probably, but...
Good luck.
CWatson
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Dear my-coworker,
It's not my job to cover your shift. You asked me if I would be willing to, and I said No. This is perhaps unfair or cruel, but it is my right, and I've bent over backwards for a gazillion other people over the last five weeks. You're just unlucky enough that I actually can say no to you. Sorry, but them's the breaks.
It's also not my job to find somebody to cover your shift. It's yours. Our boss made that abundantly clear. I was kind enough to give you suggestions as to who to ask, because - while I have no intention of solving your problem for you - I am not insensitive to your difficulty.
Now, less than 24 hours before, neither me nor my boss has heard from you as to whether you've found someone besides me to cover for you. And since history has proved you to be a self-absorbed idiot who can't pull his head out of his own ego for two seconds, I'm not expecting that you have. No, I'm expecting you took the easy way out: you decided not to solve it, because you know that if you don't, I'll be forced by circumstance and law to cover you whether I want to or not.
You should know that if you have done this, I will bring something to ram up your fucking ass when we see each other on Saturday. In addition, when I call our boss to update her on your delinquency, I will recommend punitive measures. Which she will go through with. The last time I made a recommendation to our boss, it was that somebody get fired. That somebody got fired. I don't mean to brag, but the simple fact is that our boss listens to me. Plus, she told you that you have to find someone to replace you before she approves your time-off request. Until further notice, you are still scheduled to work... and the notice that has to be given is yours, not our boss's.
Again, you're just unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of all this. You haven't done much wrong in particular, especially not compared to some of the other people we work with. But I am sick of being the office bitch. I am sick of other people deciding to make me do things and of having no recourse. If you do this to me, it will be convenient to me to make an example of you, and I will do so. I am done.
So do yourself a favor and don't screw me over. The person who will be hurt the most is you.
~your coworker
(your coworker)
(not your slave)
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Dear my-conductor,
Remember how you asked me a while ago to choose between my job and the choir we're in together?
Ask again. I might have a different opinion this time.
~your devoted singer
It's not my job to cover your shift. You asked me if I would be willing to, and I said No. This is perhaps unfair or cruel, but it is my right, and I've bent over backwards for a gazillion other people over the last five weeks. You're just unlucky enough that I actually can say no to you. Sorry, but them's the breaks.
It's also not my job to find somebody to cover your shift. It's yours. Our boss made that abundantly clear. I was kind enough to give you suggestions as to who to ask, because - while I have no intention of solving your problem for you - I am not insensitive to your difficulty.
Now, less than 24 hours before, neither me nor my boss has heard from you as to whether you've found someone besides me to cover for you. And since history has proved you to be a self-absorbed idiot who can't pull his head out of his own ego for two seconds, I'm not expecting that you have. No, I'm expecting you took the easy way out: you decided not to solve it, because you know that if you don't, I'll be forced by circumstance and law to cover you whether I want to or not.
You should know that if you have done this, I will bring something to ram up your fucking ass when we see each other on Saturday. In addition, when I call our boss to update her on your delinquency, I will recommend punitive measures. Which she will go through with. The last time I made a recommendation to our boss, it was that somebody get fired. That somebody got fired. I don't mean to brag, but the simple fact is that our boss listens to me. Plus, she told you that you have to find someone to replace you before she approves your time-off request. Until further notice, you are still scheduled to work... and the notice that has to be given is yours, not our boss's.
Again, you're just unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of all this. You haven't done much wrong in particular, especially not compared to some of the other people we work with. But I am sick of being the office bitch. I am sick of other people deciding to make me do things and of having no recourse. If you do this to me, it will be convenient to me to make an example of you, and I will do so. I am done.
So do yourself a favor and don't screw me over. The person who will be hurt the most is you.
~your coworker
(your coworker)
(not your slave)
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Dear my-conductor,
Remember how you asked me a while ago to choose between my job and the choir we're in together?
Ask again. I might have a different opinion this time.
~your devoted singer
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Lady_Guenivere
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Dear X,
I am so disappointed and frustrated by the person you have become. You used to have an energy and spirit to you that was exciting, inspiring and unpredicatable. It was so exciting to be around you! Now you are horribly normal. Vanilla.
I just want to shake that veil off you and say "snap out of it!"
LG
P.S. Come back.
I am so disappointed and frustrated by the person you have become. You used to have an energy and spirit to you that was exciting, inspiring and unpredicatable. It was so exciting to be around you! Now you are horribly normal. Vanilla.
I just want to shake that veil off you and say "snap out of it!"
LG
P.S. Come back.
