Dearest me,
Do not fuck up.
That is all, enjoy your day.

Dear You:

Life really does happen when you make other plans.

Be careful. Be very careful.

Sincerely,
me

V -
I'm sorry about breaking down on the phone and making you feel like a bastard. It really wasn't my intention, and you didn't know I was stressed. Stop feeling bad.


C -
I know how you feel, because I've been there. But trust me - don't do anything rash, and tie up your loose ends/explain everything to all parties involved before this goes any further. If you're not careful, you'll end up exactly where I was last year.


T -
Seriously, dude? I don't know what the hell happened in the last 72 hours, but you better be damn sure that this is what you want. I fail to see how you can go from sacrificing all of your sleep to talk to this girl every night, and then without really thinking about it, potentially destroy what you told me just last week was "the best thing to ever happen to you." Also, if you fuck this up and it becomes unbearably awkward to hang out in our little group of three, I will be quite put off.

Other C -
For the love of god, stop drinking. Please. I'm terrified about what would have happened if I hadn't been at that party to take you home. Get over your invincible freshman syndrome NOW and wise up. As sweet of a person you are, there will probably come a weekend when I'm not around to hold you up while you puke and make sure you survive long enough to drink water and fall asleep.


Ground Floor Residents in general -
You all come to me with your problems, and you all think that you're the only one who does. I somehow managed to be the one person who knows mostly everything about everyone, and I've got to warn you that there is a huge shit storm coming. Try not to do it around finals, ok?


I love you all dearly,
Anna

Meh. Sounds like they all need a good slapping. (Well, except for V, maybe.)

Dear You,
Marry me.
Love,
Me.

The good:
I watch you in the morning, gray milky light on your face, REM flutters, little cutesy sighs, and I wish I could fit underneath your eyelashes.
The bad:
Stop making lists of all our expenses. They aren't even accurate. I always pay for your baby wipes, the ones you get because your so ocd about your bum being clean. How much is doing all your laundry, and being the only one who cleans the stinky bathroom worth? More than tampons?
The ugly:
Damn your conspiracy of silence! If you want me to be less like your mum, then stop pissing me off!

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Originally posted by smalltown:
Ground Floor Residents in general -
You all come to me with your problems, and you all think that you're the only one who does. I somehow managed to be the one person who knows mostly everything about everyone, and I've got to warn you that there is a huge shit storm coming. Try not to do it around finals, ok?


I love you all dearly,
Anna

Strongly suggest you find yourself a bolthole for finals-time, there.

I read that as "Bathole".

Get yerself a Batcave, Smalltown!

Dear you -

Get out of my mind. Please.

Dear Sickness Bug-

We've had a great run, you and I. You stuck with me all weekend, then took off for a bit on Monday, then revisited me on Tuesday.
You seemed to have taken off for good as of last night, and I was pretty happy about that. It was time for you to go.
But now my stomach is feeling churny and yucky and my head is hurting slightly and I can tell you're trying to invite yourself back in for another round.
And I'm saying "Go Away". I don't have time for you, I don't have time for days of sleeping and nausea and general rest.
I just don't. So go away.

-me

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Originally posted by smalltown:
Other C -
For the love of god, stop drinking. Please. I'm terrified about what would have happened if I hadn't been at that party to take you home. Get over your invincible freshman syndrome NOW and wise up. As sweet of a person you are, there will probably come a weekend when I'm not around to hold you up while you puke and make sure you survive long enough to drink water and fall asleep.

Update: See what happens when you do this? You chip bones and are too drunk to realize it until I make you go to the health center. If your ankle wasn't already broken, I might do it for you.

Gah! My inner German is taking over again.
DOWN, Rex!

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Originally posted by smalltown:

quote:

Originally posted by smalltown:
Other C -
For the love of god, stop drinking. Please. I'm terrified about what would have happened if I hadn't been at that party to take you home. Get over your invincible freshman syndrome NOW and wise up. As sweet of a person you are, there will probably come a weekend when I'm not around to hold you up while you puke and make sure you survive long enough to drink water and fall asleep.

Update: See what happens when you do this? You chip bones and are too drunk to realize it until I make you go to the health center. If your ankle wasn't already broken, I might do it for you.

God...i was sick in my sleep once,its the most horribe thing in the world.

Dear parents, grandparents, rest of my extended family, and anyone else who thinks they have a stake in my future,

KNOCK IT OFF. I have been sitting home since July trying to come up with a plan for getting to the rest of my life, and all you folks are doing is making it fucking impossible for me. Do you know what it's like to change your mind, backtrack, reconsider, hesitate, and feel like you're making a terrible mistake every bloody time you try to make a decision about anything? If I had known what I want to do with my life since childhood, it would be much easier. I would be able to tell you all to fuck off, because I'm doing it my way to make sure that I end up with the life I want to lead.

But no. The truth is, I've been trying to come up with a serious plan for eight years now, and it's reached a point where I'm content to settle for a field that doesn't make me unhappy, rather than one that makes me happy, because sitting here not doing anything is making me deeply miserable. Because of that, though, I'm not certain of my choices and I'm very susceptible to suggestions that I might be choosing wrong. I secretly fear that I'll make a terrible mistake and be miserable in ten years. So when I say, "I think I want to get my Associate degree in graphic design, starting it in NYC because that's where I live (more or less), so it's cheaper, but ending in San Fransisco because that's where I want to live and where it makes sense for me to get experience and contacts," I descend into a whirlwind of self-doubt when the responses are:

1. "That school seems like anyone with a pulse could get in, I don't think you'll have anything in common with the other students, I don't think you'll be happy there (and it isn't prestigious enough),"

2. "I really think your mind is your biggest asset and you should be going into a field that uses it (because graphic design doesn't); I really think you should consider law school,"

3. "Maybe you should stay in New York for the whole degree, and get a job here, because it's the capital of the graphic design industry and it might be easier to transfer out west after you've been working here for a few years,"

4. "Just remember that whatever you decide to do, your life will be a lot easier if you make some money. Have you given any thought to going into business?"

etc. etc.

Just. Quit. It. Thank goodness I'm beginning to reach the point where I say, "You know what? This is what I'm doing, and if I'm making a mistake that I'll just have to fix it later, because I can't stand to sit here stagnating for another six months."

I love you but you're all driving me completely mad,
me

Not to Anyone of You:

I don't know why I called you last night. There wasn't even anything coherent in my mind, and I called you anyway, after a long moment of hesitation.

I know it was late, and you were probably or were going to be busy. But last night, you were the only person I could talk with and I needed to hear a voice ... Anyway, by now any self-respect I probably had with you is now gone so I will just not bother to contact you in any way, shape, or form with issues that are mine and should therefore be my responsibility -- with or without the aid of a trained psychologist.

I'll even go to your party a few weeks from now, just to be polite and because I would like to. But beyond that, I think I'm done. You have plenty of other friends and confidantes to worry about anyway, so I will just leave off this letter by thanking you for what you were able to give me and just go somewhere else.

Either way, phoning you at midnight won't happen again.

Take care.

Your friend,
M

Dear You:

You hurt me.

I wish I told you that, but the words couldn't come out. But even if I said that, I don't think you'd understand.

But I did what I had to do. And I won't apologize for that.

Even so, I'm sorry I hurt you.

Dear Customers,

yes your technical support is 24-hour, 365. however, our shipping departments for hardware and software run on regular business hours.
you know, about 8am to 5:30pm, Monday to Friday.
so this means that if you call us on Friday at 4:30pm with an issue, and we determine it can only be resolved by replacing a part such as a hard drive, we set up the case and send the order off to our shipping department.
and they close about 5ish.
and they are closed all weekend.
so much of the time, we set up the order and send it off at 4:30pm on Friday, but the shipping department doesn't see the order until Monday morning.
they set up the part and send it off to FedEx or UPS and the part gets to you on Tuesday.
we, in my department, tell you on Friday that you will recieve that part on Monday or Tuesday.
but do you ever listen?
NO.
you take "Next Business Day" literally and don't take into account the other information we so helpfully pass along.
and then you call in at 7:30 am on Monday wondering where your part is.
have you never looked at FedEx.com? orders always say "by 10:30am". not 7:30. 10:30.

please, please listen to us in tech support. we really do just want things to be easy for you.

-your friendly neighborhood Workstation tech

dear grandpa.

don't be sick. don't get worse. don't become frailer. i'm not ready to let you go. i hate that i can't do anything from here, and i hate even more that if i was right there, there would be nothing i could do anyway.

get better. please?

Love always
me.

I'm sorry Limer, I know how you feel.

*hugs* for you and *vibes* for your grandpa.

thanks.

only a minor stroke, but it's the first time he's been hospitalised for one. last time i saw him, it just... felt like the last time.