I don’t pick up the phone when you call anymore
I don’t answer your texts
I don’t want you around anymore
Your time here is spent
Go spend it with someone as fake as you
Go spend it with her
Or is it him? I confuse the two
But they are just as fake as you

Youll die alone if you don’t change
Alone with all your sins
And your past hauntings to hold your hands
As you drift into that dark abyss

Why did you fuck us over
And try to make us as miserable as you
Why couldn’t you stop being selfish
Even for just a night or two
Why should the world revolve
Around your every wish and whim
Oh wait I forgot
It is all about you
All about you in the end

You only call when you need us
You don’t call to say I care
You only call when youre desperate
Pale clit flapping alone in the air
You only want us one way
Up your ass preferred
Youre still living a lie
But it’s the life you prefer

Why did you fuck him over
And make him as miserable as you
Why did you take and never give
He gave everything to you
Why did you choose to lie
To him as well as GOD
And turn his life upside down
The day you said goodbye

Karma comes round my friend
And is coming to visit you
And all those you fucked over
Will be haunting you
Haunting you
Haunting you

I don’t pick up the phone when you call anymoe
I don’t answer your texts

To the moronic neighbour that lives next to my work:

You bought a house next to an empty commercial lot, that is to say a lot zoned for commercial use. It makes sense that one day the lot would be occupied by - surprise surprise - a business. We have been nothing but polite and curiotious to you, and you, in return have given us nothing but abuse.

We keep regular business hours, our stock deliveries are on a weekly and predictable schedule in the early evenings (hello 6-8:45pm is NOT LATE) we unload quietly and are out of there as fast we can be. And yet you consistantly come to our back door and harass us, and have on several occasions come near to threatening bodily harm. If your kids were toddlers I could understand this, but 10 and 13 year olds are NOT asleep by nine on the freakin' dot. Not unless you have robots for children. And hello, we're outta there by nine anyway.

There is no legal noise bylaw in our neighbourhood, instead we simply are respectful of each other. That respect has to go both ways.

You know you're lucky you got US instead of the 24/7 Timmies that was slated to go into that empty lot. What would THAT have done to your precious schedule?

So fine. After months of abuse from you, we called the cops. We can't slap you with a restraining order because - aside from that one time you threw rocks at our delivery truck - you haven't actually threatened bodily harm. So the best we could do is politely inform the police of the situation and have them go over and talk to you to ascertain the problems and whether a comprimise was workable. What is YOUR response to this? You call head office AND complain to the city.

Do you FUCKING REALISE WHAT YOU'VE DONE HERE??? Because of your pettiness, you've lost us our delivery day, forced the ENTIRE FUCKING STAFF to re-org their schedule, LOST PEOPLE HOURS, and lost us HALF OUR GODDAMN STORAGE. And hello, you have a twenty foot tree-hedge surrounding your property, our storage unit in OUR PARKING LOT does not "lower your property value" you can't even fucking see it.

In exchange for our diplomatic, polite and cautious handling of the situation you have countinued to treat us like garbage. And yet you'll still shop here and expect perfect service.

I hope they ban you from the damn store. And I hope that you're happy, because since you've made it so we can't deliver our stock in the evenings anymore, the other option is 7 IN THE MORNING. Let's see how you and your precious brats and your yapping mutts like that.

Kindly
The Staff.

Oh, Lady Jas. I hate the idea that you guys have to be there every morning that early now. And I really hope the truck backfires. Every single morning. See how he likes that

What

An

Ass

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Originally posted by MeanBatwoman:
Oh, Lady Jas. I hate the idea that you guys have to be there every morning that early now. And I really hope the truck backfires. Every single morning. See how he likes that

Well, fortunately it's not *every* morning, delivery is just once a week. But it does effect the whole staff, even those of us who don't help unload will be effected by such a massive change.

I dunno, I think the guy's clinically insane...

Or as BeeZee aptly put it. He's just a total ass.

LadyJ - sorry you've had to deal with this. People can be so stupid, sometimes - as you say, he could have got a 24 hour place!

(Puts me in mind of some equally stupid people here who moved to an idyllic English village, with village church, village green, etc etc - and then started an angry petition because the church bells were, whaddya know, ringing on Sunday mornings and waking them up! )

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Originally posted by Lady Jasmine:
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In exchange for our diplomatic, polite and cautious handling of the situation you have countinued to treat us like garbage. And yet you'll still shop here and expect perfect service.
<snip>

You've got to be kidding.
Seriously, jeez.

tell him that you retain the right to refuse service

Dear stomach,

I fed you! Why are you still hungry?

hugs,
The Boss

...

please tell me you didn't go home with that bitch.

Sincerely
your friend.

Dear Cast,

1. You are actors. If you disagree with a directorial decision, too damn bad. Unless it is something that will cause you physical or mental harm, you have no say in the matter.
2. There is a hierarchy you need to follow. Do not run to the producers every time something happens that you don't like. When you get out into the real world of theatre, the producers will laugh in your face. You are the talent. You are very, very near the bottom of the totem pole.
3. Open your minds a little bit. So the director wants to try something that changes the way a play has been done since the dawn of time. Try it! Live a little. You might find you learn something.
4. You have more important things to worry about than a tiny decision the director makes that really only effects one of you. Like shutting your f*cking mouths backstage. Until you can accomplish that, you don't have the right to complain about anything.

Your Fed Up Stage Manager

You're not yourself
You don't move the same way
As you used to.

Stars and comets
Look the same
Until one blasts past shaking empires,

Or bursting into diamond shards
Shattering mantle
And seeding dynasties.

Surrounded by gears, the astronomer
Peers through mediation,
And wonders which is which.

Dear hands,
Stop being such babies. Calluses (callusi, callusopidae?) are great, stop fighting against them. It's your own fault you were bleeding all over everything today. I don't lotion you, I really don't care for you at all, you have a hard life and you refuse to toughen up. Well, sucks to be you, then don't it?
-Brain

Dear Madigan Doctors -

I understand you aren't accepting any outside patients, but would it kill you to make an exception for one appointment? Before it kills me?

Quietly existing in a dark room,
Smalltown

Dear you -

I'll do as you ask gladly, and thanks for making me feel good about myself.

quote:

Originally posted by the madness of queen monk:
Dear lady who backed out of the house contract --

Why did you waste our time? You saw the house four times over the course of several weeks before you made the offer, we allowed you to see an earlier inspection report so you would know what others had thought of the house, let you hire your own inspector, then you lowballed us terribly and then complained that we weren't willing to fix certain things (please remember that the house next door to us is priced $210,000 *more* than our price and the house two doors down on the other side of the street is priced almost $500,000 more than ours is, which should show you it's a really good neighborhood, and the house is in basically good structural shape if not perfectly restored, because if it was perfectly restored, we would be asking a LOT more, like our neighbors are -- why is that so hard to understand??!!), took a week to sign the accepted counter offer because you were up at the lake and needed more time to think, then decided you didn't want the house and so pulled out of the deal. Why did this process take you over two months? I am beginning to suspect that you are just an indecisive, lying, whiny b***ch with more money than sense. Just a hunch.

Pissed-offedly yours,
me

*hugs* my mom has just been going through this process. *mega hugs*

Oh Grace!!!
Does this mean you'll have to postpone your plans?

*hugs for the queen*
I know that people are shy about spending money right now, but why do so many people forget that their behavior affects those around them? Shall I stomp them for you?

Oh, yeah, and unrelated:

Oi! You! All of you I see every day! My name is a fricking season. Try any of them and you are bound to get it right sooner or later. It's not amber, april, alicia, jennifer, or bob. For crying out loud! And a t sounds entirely different than a d! Stop putting a d@mn d in my name! Aaaagggghhhh!

quote:

Nope. Just means I'm getting into more and worse and deeper debt... But no, we are here, I am registered for school, I am a new hire in the county school system (and my contract is supposed to be mailed to me next week, but all my other paperwork is fine). We are bashing on regardless and scrimping on every penny. And did I mention getting into worse debt? Oh well.

Babes, you know where to find me for a good rant/bawl. ::hugs::.