Dear X:

Dear Lit:

I'm officially confused as to who's with who, who's pregnant, who's not... clarification needed!

--

Dear Universe

THANK YOU. Thank you so much for this break. Now, can we get the meds sorted?
 
Dear Lit:

I'm officially confused as to who's with who, who's pregnant, who's not... clarification needed!

--

Dear Universe

THANK YOU. Thank you so much for this break. Now, can we get the meds sorted?

Not pregnant. Still with my husband. :D

If either of those ever change I'll be sure to make an announcement. :eek:

I'm simple that way. I have no clue about anyone's situation but my own though, so I can't tell you much more than that.



*hugs* as well for you. :kiss:
 
Dear Whoever is supposed to help me through this...

You're not doing such a great job right now. I feel like I'm sinking here.
Some guidance would be appreciated, you know. I'm pretty clueless on
how to handle all of this. So far I've failed each time.
If you're waiting out there to help me, it's time to step in, please?
This is tearing me up and I don't know what to do.

Me.
*hugs tight*

i'm here for you too sweetheart :rose::kiss::heart:
 
Dear Whoever is supposed to help me through this...

You're not doing such a great job right now. I feel like I'm sinking here.
Some guidance would be appreciated, you know. I'm pretty clueless on
how to handle all of this. So far I've failed each time.
If you're waiting out there to help me, it's time to step in, please?
This is tearing me up and I don't know what to do.

Me.

*hugs* as well.

:kiss::rose::kiss:
 
Not-so-dear (still) student of mine...

If this doesn't work out, you'll wish you'd never fucking been born. I could have had you kicked out of my class, but I decided, going against the will of the administrator that I talked to, to give you one more chance and let you finish the year on a compromise.

You've been given way too many chances, and I'm more fucking sick of you than I've ever been of any student before. One more inappropriate peep out of you in any situation at all, and I swear I'll get you the highest fucking penalty that the school system will let me. You've made it personal with the insults you've hurled at me, so don't be surprised, I can make it personal right back.

Also, students Y and Z, shut the fuck up and stay out of what isn't your business already. Once you're out of college with an education degree, we'll talk. Until then your job is to do your homework and let me do my own job.

Just a heads up.

You tell 'em sister. :D
 
Dear X,

If I could buy you for what you're REALLY worth and sell you for what you THINK you are worth, I'd make a substantial profit.

LA
 
Dear Ex:

I hope that little stunt today made YOU feel better, because within ten minutes the kids fell apart. Now I have one who is STILL burning up with a fever and completely out of it, and one who is having an emotional breakdown.

Did you really think calling them up and pulling that tragic goodbye, remember that Daddy will always love you shit was going to HELP them? You've just undone a year's worth of emotional coping mechanisms and made my baby sick. I should have just let you drive off the damn cliff- it would have been easier to explain than this BULLSHIT.

Now I'm going to sit here, rock my baby boys to sleep, and try to dig them out of the load of emotional BULLSHIT you decided to dump on them.

FUCK YOU. They deserve a hell of a lot better than to be sacrifices on the altar of your so-called tragedy. Stop bitching up, grab your balls and PRETEND to be a man, at least for their sakes!

A very, very pissed off Stormy.
 
Dear Lit:

I'm officially confused as to who's with who, who's pregnant, who's not... clarification needed!
lol! Dun worry, I simply smile and just try not to follow it myself...heck, at least we Lynxes make it easy on y'all... ;)
 
Dear Ex:

I hope that little stunt today made YOU feel better, because within ten minutes the kids fell apart. Now I have one who is STILL burning up with a fever and completely out of it, and one who is having an emotional breakdown.

Did you really think calling them up and pulling that tragic goodbye, remember that Daddy will always love you shit was going to HELP them? You've just undone a year's worth of emotional coping mechanisms and made my baby sick. I should have just let you drive off the damn cliff- it would have been easier to explain than this BULLSHIT.

Now I'm going to sit here, rock my baby boys to sleep, and try to dig them out of the load of emotional BULLSHIT you decided to dump on them.

FUCK YOU. They deserve a hell of a lot better than to be sacrifices on the altar of your so-called tragedy. Stop bitching up, grab your balls and PRETEND to be a man, at least for their sakes!

A very, very pissed off Stormy.

Fuck the fucking fucker. *hugs* :rose:
 
Not-so-dear (still) student of mine...

If this doesn't work out, you'll wish you'd never fucking been born. I could have had you kicked out of my class, but I decided, going against the will of the administrator that I talked to, to give you one more chance and let you finish the year on a compromise.

You've been given way too many chances, and I'm more fucking sick of you than I've ever been of any student before. One more inappropriate peep out of you in any situation at all, and I swear I'll get you the highest fucking penalty that the school system will let me. You've made it personal with the insults you've hurled at me, so don't be surprised, I can make it personal right back.

Also, students Y and Z, shut the fuck up and stay out of what isn't your business already. Once you're out of college with an education degree, we'll talk. Until then your job is to do your homework and let me do my own job.

Just a heads up.

* Hugs * :rose:
I know this kind of gratefullness...
 
Dear Whoever is supposed to help me through this...

You're not doing such a great job right now. I feel like I'm sinking here.
Some guidance would be appreciated, you know. I'm pretty clueless on
how to handle all of this. So far I've failed each time.
If you're waiting out there to help me, it's time to step in, please?
This is tearing me up and I don't know what to do.

Me.

Lots of *Hugs*
:rose:
 
Dear You,

Sorry about the moodiness the last couple of days. I'd explain it I could, but I don't want you to freak out. Everything is good now.

E.

Dear niblet,

Thanks for everything.

E.
 
Dear X,

I am insatiable. Do you understand? You have wet my appetite, and now I cannot possibly get enough. I need more now. Right now.

LA
 
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