*hugs hugs and hugs tis again*

dear cold virus,

i understand that you are enjoying your stay in my body.
however, its time to move on. you are slowing me down, making me miss work, and making me feel miserable.
i just think its time we went our seperate ways.
please don't make this a big deal, just quietly pack up your phlegm and go, sometime in the next few hours.
thanks,

me

*hands Tismalleen his best Spear & Jackson #3 sexton's spade*

Hint: Don't hit with the flat. Hit with the edge.

I don't need it back any time soon. Give 'er.

quote:

Originally posted by Hooligan:
Dear Puppies,

WOOF! Woof woof-woof, WOOF. Growl.

Me

**Translation - Please! Stop eating the birds in the back yard. Enough already!**

Dear Hooligan's Puppies,

Bah-wOOoooooo! *sniff sniff sniff* Woof woof woof. Woof! *pant pant* **

Lick,
Al


** Hi! I'm you're Auntie Alaura. Don't tell your parents, but your big cousin Pookah would be very proud of your bird-hunting skills. I can't wait to meet you!

Dear Mr. Heinlein:

I deeply regret that we will never meet. At least, not in the skin that we were in presently. All I can say is that I love your writing, and this book came a very good time in my life right now. I just know that you are an Archangel of Writing.

Thank you for writing Stranger. And while you're there, please say hello to Frank Herbert, Isaac Asimov, and Gwendolyn MacEwen for me. And Mr. Hall. I think he and you would have much to talk about. Much groking. Take care.

-- sincerely,
me

Thank you, Smaug and Mr. Oldman...
*feels slightly embarrassed about outburst*
*holds spade awkwardly*

Not-dear clueless small business owner:

Let me guess: you spent 5 minutes glancing at my proposal after I called to confirm our appointment and then decided to call me back 10 MINUTES before our meeting to tell me not to bother coming out, you decided not to go with it.

Do you know how much time I spent putting together that proposal and a spec ad to present to you based on our initial meeting? A hella lot more time than the 5 feckin' minutes you took to dismiss it. I think the meeting that we had and the homework that I did for your business earned a lot more than 5 minutes consideration.

But thanks for saving me the gas it would have taken for me to get to your shittily-run cheap little business. Oh, wait. I was already HALFWAY THERE.

Suck it.

Al

*hugs for Alaura and Tis (been there Tis) and tissues for GR*

quote:

Originally posted by Tismalleen:
Thank you, Smaug and Mr. Oldman...
*feels slightly embarrassed about outburst*
*holds spade awkwardly*

psst... when you're finished with that spade I've got some old bullies I can look up.

So two souls walk into a place not really there...
Stop me if you're heard this one before.

This is graceless, what I'm doing now.
I'm said to thrive in ambiguity
In how restless billows might unload
Or how they might blow us into a picnic;
I'm rumored to be a plant too big for its box
That doesn't care if it's watered or dry.

Yet there's something at the tip of my fingers,
Something soothing or revelatory or gingerly final,
Some enchantment of words that make no sense spoken
But fashions certitude, if not full blown from the brow
At least sincere and most of all true.

There are times to bend, flex
And times to root, hold fast
And times to wistfully regard those others as past.

And you, my dear, every time your fingers
Grace me with their transubstantiation,
Casual concern into closeness diminished not by its remove.
You fill my hands with tiny machines
Gears intermeshed and pushing,
Always pushing, to flex again.

This message has been edited. Last edited by: digitalprimate,

DP, I don't understand your letter, but it's extraordinary, as always.

Weeble - when you are done with the spade, I'd like to borrow it as I have.... er, a patio to build. Yes, a... patio.

Day Tomorrow:

Suck less please.

-- sincerely,
me

Dear Headache,

Go. The. Fuck. Away.

Thank is all,

me

Dear small piano student,
Do not sit right in front of my desk and eat your snack. I cannot stand the sound of you eating and smacking your lips. It sucks that your mother dropped you off an hour early for your lesson, but it is not my job to entertain you. I am busy and have other things to do. Now be a good little girl and go upstairs and wait for your lesson.

dear me.

be glad, not pissed, ok? SOMEONE deserves to be happy. even if it's not necessarily him, and even if you think you could use a little happy being spread your way. clearly not gonna happen.

love from me.

Dear stupid fucking dance parents,
It is not my responsability to look for clothing your children leave in the bathroom and hold it at the desk for you. If your child leaves something here, it is your responsability as their parent to come back and look for it! I have other, more important things to do than to track down every single peice of crap a child leaves laying around this place!

Dear Giabow's Avatar's Knitting Needles.

... I find you quite mesmerising. o_o Have you taken classes in hypnotism?

-- Me.

NOT-dear cold virus,

remember how i said, very nicely, that you could leave?
yeah, leave doesn't mean wind up in my nose making me sound like Bilbo Baggins after getting the dwarves out of Mirkwood (thag you bery buch) and still hanging out in my throat making me sound like... Bilbo Baggins after Mirkwood crossed with a chipmunk.
i answer phones for a living.
get out, now.
-me

Dear RJ -

Thank you for the opportunity for the internship. However - Bellevue is a ways away for me, and with gas now at $4+ per gallon, commuting is going to hit me fairly hard in the wallet if I can't find a means of transportation that will get me there at the times necessary. Also, what with this being a summer internship and all, if I want the required college credit for doing this, I need to shell out $500/credit to take the independent Internship course for the summer term. Now I realize that I should be greatful for the opportunity and the experience, but dont' you think that since you'll be getting A SUMMERS WORTH OF FREE LABOR out of me, that you could at least HELP ME WITH THE COST OF THE CREDITS?!

Honestly sir...I am DAMN good at what I do, and I deserve at least a little bit of compensation for lending you my talents. "Potential employment upon graduation" just doesn't cut it, especially when you know this isn't what I intend to continue with after school.

Financially stressed,
Me

Not really something I'm going to write, but the lyrics of a song which sum up how I feel.

Mi Mancherai, by Josh Groban

quote:

I’ll miss you, if you go away
I’ll miss your serenity
Your words like songs in the wind
And Love, that you take away.

I’ll miss you, if you go away
Now and forever I don’know how to live
And joy, my friend, goes away with you

I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you, because you go away
Because the love in you is dead
Because, because...
Nothing it’s gonna change, I know
And inside of me I feel you

I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you, because you go away
Because the love in you is dead
Because, because...
Nothing it’s gonna change, I know
And inside of me I feel you

I’ll miss the immensity
Of our days and nights,us together
Your smiles when it’s getting dark
Your being naive like a little girl

I’ll miss you, my love
I look at myself and I find emptiness inside of me
And joy, my friend, goes away with you