Dear X:

Dear fiance:

I love you to death, but it would not have killed you to phone up and order your own damn stuff instead of making me do it online while trying to do other things.

I'm really not happy about that.

H
 
Dear Universe,

It must be my turn for the crap. Let's try to get it over with quickly, please.

Dear X,

I can take a hint.

Dear Brother,

Would it kill you to help out a little?
 
Dear X:

How could this happen to such a dear friend and her family? Why was there such an incompetent lawyer and the asshole home mortgage company, those money-grubbing bastards?

They did everything their lawyer told them to do, including paying for years on a bankruptcy decision (that was discharged last October) and yet they are STILL going to lose their home now because of a clerical fuck-up that put them behind thousands of dollars???

I am furious and so worried for them. Yes, they've already made arrangements, yes they are beginning to PACK from the home they've been paying to own for ten years, yes they are both working people (he's career military) - but they do not need these added stresses in their lives.

Damn it.

:(
 
Vermilion said:
Dear Just-Legal

Well? How'd it go?
x
V

Dear Mil:

So so, I'll know more later in the week. Hopefully this horrid throat infection will be gone by then.

H
 
Dear Boss,

It's really great that we were able to replace C. so quickly. However, I know we will be losing yet another analyst within the next three weeks.

And when I told you that I was looking for another job....I wasn't joking.

I am paid for 40 hours. That's what you get.

I told you my analysts are highly stressed and over worked. I told you that there was going to be a large turnover.

I have been approached by another analyst for counseling. I will suggest other career opportunities with him.

This is nothing new.

Again, I am fifth person to hold this position in 2 years.


DO YOU SEE A TREND?????????



Your soon to be ex-employee.
 
Dear dad,

Over the years, and a little therapy, I've grown to understand why it was that you cheated on mum all those years ago. I understand that you had to 'sow your wild oats,' as you put it. I'm a guy and I know the feeling. I guess I just have a little more self-control.
It's okay that you thought that teaching me to play baseball one weekend a month was enough of being a father. It's okay that I had to figure out girls for myself, because I was living with mum and Shan, and how difficult would THAT have been? (By the way? I've been married 11 years and I STILL haven't figured out women, but it's fun to try ;) )
Honestly, I've had a hard time figuring you out, dad. At one point, you drove me, while you were still drunk, from one side of town to the other, taking me home, only for me to watch as mum slapped you in the face and kicked you out. Can't you see just HOW wrong that was of you? I mean, I was FUCKING SEVEN! Then, once you moved in with your mistress, I got to watch you smack her around a few times, 'all because of the alcohol.' How exactly was I to take that? That it was okay to hit women as long as you were drunk? It kinda seemed that way, since she didn't call the cops or anything. But maybe I was smarter than that or maybe it was being raised by mum, since you were too busy taking care of my step-sister to seem to give more than two shits about me or Shan. Or how about when you asked me that, after 25 years of divorce, whether mum would take you back? Here's an idea: ask her. I can already tell you the answer, though, so I wouldn't bother if I were you.
So, you've given up drinking for your health. Good for you. Now, if you could just keep step-mom from drinking herself into a blackout every single night, starting at 3 p.m. While she's watching her grandson. Alone. And she can't drive because of her back injury. Damn. Really makes me want to come out for a visit. Can you tell?
Speaking of visits, when are you planning on visiting me out here? Why is it that every year, I'm the one who has to shell out money to fly out there, rent a car, and see you for a few days? Why can't you leave step-mom on her lazy ass for a week and come out and visit me? The last time you traveled more than an hour to see me was my WEDDING! And you weren't even going to come THEN if mum hadn't been driving out. Good thing you hitched a ride, huh?
I can understand WHAT you did and WHY you did it. To a point. What I can't understand is HOW you could have done this to me and Shan. And mum. Why did *I* have to tell her about why you cheated on her? After so long, she deserves to hear it from YOU, not her son.
All this and I'm STILL trying to find time in the work schedule to squeeze in a long weekend to come visit you in a house that reeks of cigarettes and stale beer. Is it any reason the wife doesn't want to come along? It's about enough to make me sick. But still, you are my dad, regardless of whether I've given up on the rest of your family or not. So, I still feel obligated to do so.
See you some time when you don't deserve it,

Your Son (Biologically Only).
 
Dear H,

I hope your happy. I hope your happy now.
Does it feel good seeing me as the weak pathetic piece of shit you make me feel like? The cold insensitive bitch you imply that I am?
Well I'm empty now. As heartless as you think I am.
You think you've won, right?
Wrong.

I'm not giving up now. I have nothing anyway. Not even control over my own emotions.

I'm going to be happy, but not with you.

P
 
Dear Abs,

you go, girl. And if you need a push, I'm here.

Love you, sis.

Cloudy
 
Dear cable company:

FUCK YOU!!! Fuck you, fuck you fuck you.

I took half a day off from work to wait on you assholes. Half a day without pay, half a day of wandering around my house piddling, a half day of not listening to any music, of not giving the damned sticky dog a bath she desperately needs just so I can LISTEN for your knocks, just so I can sit and quietly listen for the sound of a vehicle. I stood on my porch for nearly an hour just to be sure, I cleaned up the area just so nothing could hinder your damed progress.

And for what? So I could call YOU back 4 hours later and be told "no one was home". You called me at 8:00 in the morning to tell me you'll be out in 30 minutes, I had been up since 7:30 waiting on your asses and you didn't even bother to call me when you GOT here to make sure????

Oh hell no, no one came to my house you stupid fuckers. There's not one damned notice on my door, mailbox, or even the cable box for that matter. those freaking shredded cable are still laying there completely untouched, just so you assholes didn't have to get off your lazy fucking asses and FIX MY CABLE.

I hate you assholes SO damn much. Hell, half this county hates your asses. Fucking monopolistic assheads. My whole damn family, even my co-workers are having issues with you bitches. IF DSL would came out to my hole in the wall area, I would get satellite and say fuck you with a big dildo. But I'm fucking stuck with you assholes.

Hell even my dog will atest that no one came to our house. She's good for at least THAT much is telling me if someone is outside. Your little lying technician needs fired, hell half you assholes need fired. I want my freaking cable fixed and I'm tired of being nice to you rat bastards.


signed

insanely fucking pissed off




--------------------------------

note: this is one of those times that "letting it all out" helps WAY too much :p
 
Edge23 said:
Dear dad,

Over the years, and a little therapy, I've grown to understand why it was that you cheated on mum all those years ago. I understand that you had to 'sow your wild oats,' as you put it. I'm a guy and I know the feeling. I guess I just have a little more self-control.
It's okay that you thought that teaching me to play baseball one weekend a month was enough of being a father. It's okay that I had to figure out girls for myself, because I was living with mum and Shan, and how difficult would THAT have been? (By the way? I've been married 11 years and I STILL haven't figured out women, but it's fun to try ;) )
Honestly, I've had a hard time figuring you out, dad. At one point, you drove me, while you were still drunk, from one side of town to the other, taking me home, only for me to watch as mum slapped you in the face and kicked you out. Can't you see just HOW wrong that was of you? I mean, I was FUCKING SEVEN! Then, once you moved in with your mistress, I got to watch you smack her around a few times, 'all because of the alcohol.' How exactly was I to take that? That it was okay to hit women as long as you were drunk? It kinda seemed that way, since she didn't call the cops or anything. But maybe I was smarter than that or maybe it was being raised by mum, since you were too busy taking care of my step-sister to seem to give more than two shits about me or Shan. Or how about when you asked me that, after 25 years of divorce, whether mum would take you back? Here's an idea: ask her. I can already tell you the answer, though, so I wouldn't bother if I were you.
So, you've given up drinking for your health. Good for you. Now, if you could just keep step-mom from drinking herself into a blackout every single night, starting at 3 p.m. While she's watching her grandson. Alone. And she can't drive because of her back injury. Damn. Really makes me want to come out for a visit. Can you tell?
Speaking of visits, when are you planning on visiting me out here? Why is it that every year, I'm the one who has to shell out money to fly out there, rent a car, and see you for a few days? Why can't you leave step-mom on her lazy ass for a week and come out and visit me? The last time you traveled more than an hour to see me was my WEDDING! And you weren't even going to come THEN if mum hadn't been driving out. Good thing you hitched a ride, huh?
I can understand WHAT you did and WHY you did it. To a point. What I can't understand is HOW you could have done this to me and Shan. And mum. Why did *I* have to tell her about why you cheated on her? After so long, she deserves to hear it from YOU, not her son.
All this and I'm STILL trying to find time in the work schedule to squeeze in a long weekend to come visit you in a house that reeks of cigarettes and stale beer. Is it any reason the wife doesn't want to come along? It's about enough to make me sick. But still, you are my dad, regardless of whether I've given up on the rest of your family or not. So, I still feel obligated to do so.
See you some time when you don't deserve it,

Your Son (Biologically Only).


:rose: *hugs* :kiss: & :heart: :rose: for seeing how wrong of a person he was and for being the better man ^.^ :cathappy:
 
dear sis,

you've never channeled and you are not fucking feeling my pain. I know when someone is channeling with me so fuck off. and btw did you know our mother was on im as well and she just said you told her you were feeling great. So lie to fucking someone else. Because if you were having this attack with me I bet by god you would not be feeling great :mad: :mad:

your pissed off in pain sis and not about to put up with your bullshit right now

*makes unlady like gestures*

:eek:

chant
 
Dear God,

BWUHAHAHAHA! Sucker. A tropical storm? You're losing your touch. The last you threw a category five at me and your aim was STILL off. Are you just not even trying anymore? I'd be insulted if I didn't think it was funny. Better luck next time.

Unrepentently Yours,
Lee
 
Dear Family,

I'm totally not into the smoky bacon that you always buy, which is why I buy my own unsmoked. Yet whenever you guys eat bacon, it's always my unsmoked stuff... and then you go out to the shop and replace with smoky bacon.... which you NEVER eat!

Come on!

It's the same with crisps. I'm not particularly into plain ready salted ones that you always buy, so I go out and buy my own with more interesting flavour. I look in the cupboard for some crisps and realise that mine have all been eaten, and all that's left are a couple of packets of ready salted.

And the iced madeira cake I bought the other week... which lasted less than 24 hours, and was then replaced with plain sponge.

It's annoying :mad:

I don't mind sharing - as long as you buy nice stuff that I like to eat, too.

And then, to rub my nose in it even more, you all complain that you're getting fat.

I've cooked for most of this week, and the leftovers have always vanished by the next morning, so I can't have any for breakfast. Then, when it's someone else's turn to provide dinner, and I start looking forward to lots of nice rich food with plenty of leftovers.... we have salad.

I can't live like this. I'm going to waste away.

So this morning, I'm going on the Ultimate Grocery Shopping trip. And if my biscuits are fed to workmen, or neighbours, or Jehova's Witnesses, I'm going to go fucking spare.

You've been warned.

Zade
 
Dear Children, (ranting only)

I am so tired of being a mom and a wife! Not because I don't love you, just because you guys continue to worry me. At one minute I think you both are maturing well, without any major hang ups, then I 'find' things that I am not happy about. Now because I 'found' things I can't very well come out and say, "why the hell have you made an alter-ego on myspace as a guy?" What point is there of that?

I take you to get birthcontrol yesterday, and thank goodness the Dr didn't have too much to say against it and provided you with a perscription. I am proud of you for being mature about this and still deciding to wait for a while, not that you guys are alone long enough to get together that way without being caught.

You worry me girl, not sure exactly where your mind is at some days, maybe you are too much like me and thats what worries me.

Now manchild, why do you have to be such a lazy ass? Your sister cleaned the den for the two of you, and you wont even lift a finger to clean up your own shit? Come on, least pick up after yourself!

You ask if I have done laundry, what laundry, the stuff that is still piled in your room from camp? Ahhh yes, that laundry, GET IT IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM, SORT IT AND I WILL WASH IT!!!! Same ol' story Hun, if it isn't there I WILL NOT WASH IT!
BTW turn your GD socks right side out or they will go through in a ball, Im sick of stinky socks!

School starts in about three weeks, DD you have done well by starting to buy your own school stuff, Thank you! Son, dont be so frigging cheap and doal out some of your money to buy your own stuff too!

Hubby, I know we have NO money right now, why did it take 4 months for you to get your ass in gear to submit the income tax? Now we cant take the short over night trip to the states to buy inexpensive school clothes for the kids before school starts! Leaving it until a week or two after I get some sort of pay is not an answer...it kinda defeats the purpose of having new school clothes! They would like them for the first week of school so guess what? YOU are not going to be buying any alcohol for the next two weeks cause that money will be for school clothes!

Ya I tallied last months debit statements and you spent almost 200 just on alcohol, thats from the actual store paying with debit, I dont know how much you bought in cash! FUCK ME!!

I am so sick of not having money it's making me sick!
Your loving wife, and MOM!
 
ABSTRUSE said:
Dear H,

I hope your happy. I hope your happy now.
Does it feel good seeing me as the weak pathetic piece of shit you make me feel like? The cold insensitive bitch you imply that I am?
Well I'm empty now. As heartless as you think I am.
You think you've won, right?
Wrong.

I'm not giving up now. I have nothing anyway. Not even control over my own emotions.

I'm going to be happy, but not with you.

P

:heart: Abs. Thinking of you and wishing you well x

--

Dear Employment Gods:

Please send details of how you wish to be repaid for this wonderful job - although 12 months of resonable settling in time would also be appreciated, payment for which can be provided on an installment basis.

Yours,
White Collar Priestess.
 
Dear cat-calling construction workers:

You are working on a church. Do you not see the problem here?

signed,

normally not offended by cat-calling
 
Dear Jovanna,

"Every breath I take makes me more aware of who you are and who I am, and that you were meant to find me. If this is so, then why do I fear you?"

The silence was shattering. Jovanna broke their embrace and started to move away from Phoenix. Realizing how naked she was, she searched for clothes. This is crazy, she thought.

Phoenix could not breathe. Then she realized Jovanna was leaving. Leaving her. She had found her after lifetimes of searching. And now the other part of her soul was leaving.

"You're going away," she whispered helplessly. What am I going to do? she thought desperately, I cannot ask her to stay. But I cannot let her leave. She can't leave. She can't!

As if reading her mind, she heard Jovanna's whisper through the darkness, "I don't want to go"


I will find you.

Phoenix :heart:
 
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