Dear girls around here (physical location, not the board.),
Please stop rejecting me. It's really not any fucking fun anymore.
Bitterly not yours,
Jesse

Dear Mom,

I think Chris is a fucking retard, stop trying to set me up with him. I won't date him, I won't work with him, I'll NEVER sing for him. I don't care if he's Sheila's brother, she's your stupid friend, not mine. So stop trying to use me as the sacrificial lamb to get back into her good graces, and I know you hate her brother too.

Aliro.

...I may send that one, I'm at the end of my rope. I don't even have enough left to hang myself with.

Dearest Mum,

You passive aggressive twit with the emotional maturity of a 13 year old. Grow the fuck up. Calling me three days after you hear about a tornado "somewhere in Alabama" and acting like you're worried for my life is NOT the way to check in with me and see how i'm doing. Calling my cell phone several time two days in a row when you know that I'm at work is not a good tactic either. If you were that worried, and couldn't get ahold of me, maybe you could have checked the news and looked at a map, and seen that in fact that storm was many miles away from me, not even in the same county. Do not try to guilt me into calling you under the guise that you're worried about whether or not a tornado has killed me.

Just because you can't maintain a healthy adult relationship with your husband, coworkers, other children or friends does not mean that you can dump your emotional burdens on me. That's why I left home when I was 15, remember?

I have tried time and time again to get you to admit YOUR issues and to help you seek professional help with them. You have both refused to acknowledge the problems and the professional help. I have already told your that I cannot and WILL NOT help you until you help yourself.

So the next time you are trying to find someone to whine at, don't call me while i'm at work, and do not try to guilt me into calling you under false pretenses.

I used to pity you, now you just piss me off more every time we speak. I will send you an email today. I will let you know that, yes, I am indeed still alive. I may even send you this letter. But I am not going to call you, because I refuse to enable you.

You silly git. Grow up.

Love,
-L

Tu m'emmerdes! Gah!

*hugs the pupik*

*knows the "I'm calling becasue I just remembered I'm supposed to be a good mother and fully expect you to praise me for it" game oh, so well*

(psst...if you need someone to vent to...)

*also knows that game only too well*
*hugs*
& yeah, vent as much as you want/need.

Dearest Friend,

You'll do well tomorrow, which is today for you.
Trust that shape inside you
The one that's kind of like a cloud
And kind of like an ancient foundation.

Think of yourself looking up at the pillowy shapes unfolding without volition;
Or down, at the ramparts still standing despite the traffic and neon.

But best, don't think of yourself of at all.
They'll take what they want, and be glad you opened your hands to them.

At the end of things, you're still you,
And all the many shapes inside you still unwrap,
Creating beauty to almost match your own.
They merely wanted a glimpse.

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Wow. *feels lame and un-eloquent*. That's good man.

No, it's not me; my friend is very special. There are some people who *elicit* without ever asking. Their presence requires a response.

I think maybe the combination of them eliciting and your brilliance is what makes the difference, DigiPrimate.

Like, there are some beautiful compostions out there, but unless they are in the hands of a fine musician, the music will never see it's full potential.

Alaura, Crow Girl, Waspy - I think we need a badge or a seekrit handshake or something...

*hugs* to you all.

Now I'm wondering what kind of shape you've got inside you, digitalprimate.

Dear Lady at McDonalds (heafter referred to as Maxine), I'm so confused! I do not understand why you wear all of those sanitary napkins around your neck, stuck to your forehead, shoved in the wrists of you sweater. Plus, you have the sticky side to your skin, so I can't fathom what is to be absorbed. Are you doing this to make society question itself? Are you doing penance for something? What is your story? You don't look like a happy lady, so I worry that perhaps your penchant for maxi pads as outerwear is keeping you from meaningful social interaction. Is that your plan? Is this tied to the migrating shaved patches on your head? Do you shave those yourself? Are you receiving treatment for something? You are a mystery to me and I worry that those teenage patrons could hurt your feelings with their laughter. But you don't seem to care...

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Originally posted by Wayfarer:
*also knows that game only too well*
*hugs*
& yeah, vent as much as you want/need.

Wow, this makes me feel kinda guilty for having a good nice mom whom I obviously don't appreciate enough (must run out and buy her some flowers or something ). I mean, sure, mine made some mistakes, and some were pretty terrible and damaging, but usually she tries to learn from her mistakes and becomes a better and better mom as we all age together, for which I am now truly thankful. **BIG hugs** to you all and I am so hoping that none of my own kids will be one of those writing, "yeah, me too, I know how you feel."

I'm fairly sure they won't QM,since your kindness & sincerity as a person is pretty obvious from your posts. Still, random flowers for relatives is always a good thing.

Guy Sitting in Front Row Yesterday:

It is very rude to be shining a video game screen in someone's face as everyone else is trying to watch the movie in front of them.

If you want to play your video game in the screening room, kindly go to the back of the room and do so, or even better -- just leave the room. The fact that you are even playing a video game during a showing is rather pointless anyway, seeing as the entire point of being there is to watch the film being shown.

If you want to stay in the room, turn your game off. This also goes for cellphones too. But if you want to play your game, or socialize with people -- really, just leave.

Because you're really being an asshole.

Sincerely,
someone trying to enjoy his evening yesterday


Dear Other Person in the Front Row:

When you have a whole bunch of other seats around you, please do not sit in front of someone. Also, you really have to see about that twitching habit you have because -- frankly-- when trying to see over your head at the screen and having you move in the way ...

Not so amusing.

Remember: heads are a privilege, not a right.

-- sincerely, just trying to watch a movie

Dear Male Nurse Who Thinks He's A Comedian,

First, I don't like being made fun of when I'm in that condition. If I'm hurting bad enough to scream, it means I am in PAIN, not that I am doing it for attention. I know you think you're funny but mocking me in that condition is low. Maybe you'd like it if I ripped your nuts off and laughed at you while you writhed on the floor in agony?

Second, I would like to point out that I did try to calm my breathing several times, but seeing as again, alot of pain, it was extremely difficult and breathing slowly was simply making me hurt more. And having you tell me every time you'd walk by, "Not helping yourself," made me want to cut your head off. You weren't even MY nurse, so shut up.

Third, calling me a fat whiney bitch is not endearing you to me. Guess what? I heard you! And I reported you to your superiors so have fun explaining your way out of that one. Next time you say something like that, you might want to make sure the person isn't in the room directly across from the nurses' station.

Sincerely,

A VERY angry patient.

PS. What the hell was so hard about bringing my sister in from the waiting room?! I'd have been alot calmer if you'd have let her come in to hold my hand!

Jeez, Songbird - what a prick! Few people irk me as much as those who pick on someone who's in pain. Sounds like he's in the wrong profession. Good thing you went to his superiors; I hope he suffers.

I used to be a nurses aide so I'm also going to the hospital patient liason tomorrow, so he's going to be in alot of trouble. The whole thing was carp. Yeah, Fridays are a bad day for emergency room visits but that doesn't excuse the crap he pulled.

I should mention I say carp instead of crap because I hate fish.

^^^ Go you hon, woo!

Dear J-

Do some work! Don't leave it for the rest of us LIKE YOU'VE BEEN DOING FOR WEEKS. If I have to work the weekend for launch because you do fuck all, I'm going to be not so nice anymore.

Twat.

With concern,

Me.

Dear supposed friend,
I really do not appreciate being told that you have spare time, when you have n't. I suppose at least you admitted to it, but better not to lie in the first place? And definitely better not to renege at the last minute. You are an idiot, and I know its not just me who has this problem with you. Anyway, I'm not talking to you now, since I'll only say sthg cruel/regrettable.
idiot!