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25 September 2015 @ 03:10 pm
Dear nurse at Shuropadist,

You are an expert in FEET. I have come to you because my FEET HURT and last time this happened and I ignored it, I was told I almost did myself permanent harm. Telling me I am too young to take my list of prescription medication is downright bizarre. These were prescribed to me by doctors, experts in their field, with many years of experience. What on earth makes you think you know my illnesses better than them is beyond me. Treating me like an overmedicated hypochondriac is unhelpful and fairly insulting. You are NO IDEA how much I would LOVE to just skip out of my chair and take part in normal life. I mean have you had a look at me? I was a size 10 before I started taking pills. Now I am eying up chairs with less than four feet as to their ability to hold my weight. My pills have a silly amount of side effects I have to live with every single day. I would love to simply not take them. Means I could draw without a computer again for example.

We were also not with you, so you could flirt with my partner or give him extensive career advice. I'm sorry you feel your chosen career is underpaid and you are jealous of your friends who you feel are overpaid, but honestly, could we return to my feet? Ignoring me because you feel I must be lying about my (non foot) symptoms is simply not okay. It might however be the reason that your career isn't getting anywhere. Especially as you told me the exact OPPOSITE of the doctor I saw last time the problem cropped up. You claimed that you just run through your injuries. See, I tried that and almost went through a nerve. So either my doctor is wrong or you are, but considering your incredibly inaccurate knowledge on all other medical fields and how fast you were to judge someone based on unrelated data you asked for yourself, I am going to go ahead and never return to you again and instead return to my previous doctor, even if his parking is shite.

Sincerely,
Your patient who is never coming back

P.S.: My partner thought you were not only judgemental and ill informed, but also really creepy with your focus on him. If this is your primary dating strategy, I would strongly advice on settling into spinster life.
 
 
Current Location: Oxon, United Kingdom
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
23 May 2015 @ 09:11 pm

Dear stupid bitch on the plane today!
As said before: it wasn't me who put up the bag when the water bottle fell out that MIGHT have hit you. I would have had the guts to apologize, but it wasn't me. you had no right or reason to behave like that and be so mean to me. Fuck you! I strongly believe that Karma will take care of people like you.

I hope - I know! - I will never be a person like you.

But well, when I was about 40, but looked like 60, I'd probably be frustrated, too. :)

 
 
20 February 2015 @ 11:45 pm
It's Friday night!!!! Sorry it took an hr for your pizza to be delivered!!!! Sorry you had hungry kids, maybe you should've cooked for them if you didn't want to wait orrrrrrrr went and picked up the food yourself. Oh and I assure you I am more than fine that you won't be ordering from us again. I don't want to waste my gas on an impatient bitch who doesn't tip. Go suck a dick.
 
 
28 December 2014 @ 07:46 am
MP-2014-12-27
 
 
24 October 2014 @ 07:56 am
Dear Body,

It's been 44 years coming, but we are gong to start trying to get healthy. Part of that is walking every other day. We have been told by many people that either start to do this or die. I am still sick, but no longer suicidal, so I would rather not die.

Quit fighting me on this. Hurting in random places is not helping. I am taking it easy on you, trying to build up slowly. If you want to see 50, you have to start helping me.

No love, you petulant meatsuit.
 
 
 
 
10 July 2014 @ 01:42 pm
Dear clinic-goers,
That sign? The one on the kennel door? The sign that says "NO FINGERS IN THIS KENNEL"?
It's not there to be ironic. It's not there to be funny. It's not decorative. It's there to keep you from sticking your fingers in the kennel. Hence the "NO FINGERS IN THIS KENNEL".
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Current Location: AK
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Current Music: Agnes Obel- Philharmonics
 
 
25 June 2014 @ 04:42 pm
dear door closers that are set to "automobile-crush",

fuck you
 
 
12 June 2014 @ 05:26 pm
Dear self;

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Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
25 January 2014 @ 05:26 pm
Yes, I mean YOU, the gas station people. Your car wash sucks. Would it kill you to make it so people don't have to almost take out their driver side headlights to get just close enough to your ticket machine to be able to grab a ticket, and even then only by stretching until all the tendons in the left side of their bodies are ripped off? Who the fuck designed them, inspector gadget? A medieval torturer? Also, is it too much to ask that your equipment works? Every time I go there, nothing works right, or at all. It's no surprise that you don't maintain or put any thought/effort into your establishment; my company did work for you, and I am full aware what a bunch of cheap cocksuckers you are. If i ever go back, it will just be to take a shit on your bay floor. I'd rather pay for that than your shit car wash service.

Fuck you very much
 
 
 
03 December 2013 @ 08:49 pm
Dear Father,

Next time you call your own flesh and blood "stupid". They might be too "stupid" to help when you're having a stroke again.

Just a thought.

Your "stupid" daughter who didn't want to argue with you anymore.
 
 
06 September 2013 @ 01:37 am
I'm sick of you choosing your terrible video games over me. I mean hell, you get on the computer as soon as you wake up, go to work, come home, and get right back on the computer. You haven't spend a whole day with me in months. I just want one damn day. Hell, even half a day. You know what yesterday was? Our one year anniversary. You know what happened? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Except for your gaming, of course. Do I even exist in your little world anymore??
 
 
Current Location: Birmingham, AL
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
 
 
19 August 2013 @ 03:20 pm

I hate spongers. And you, ck, are one of the worst I have ever met.
You know, sometimes I'm lazy too, but being lazy when everyone else is working their asses off - and then taking credit and reward - that's just wrong. I'm pissed, really.

 

And also, bc, how hard is it to say "thank you" for once? I'm just asking myself why I still feel disappointed - I knew it wasn't gonna happen anyway...

 
 
08 August 2013 @ 09:49 pm
Dear costumers,

just a short notice.. It's YOU that hasn't paid your bills. For god's sake, stop crying at me for sending a note.

Thank you!
 
 
03 May 2013 @ 04:00 pm
Your stupid commericals with the uncute cgi animals aren't going to make me want to buy your shitty service.
 
 
 
16 April 2013 @ 04:40 pm
Lady I used to walk with, but who now walks with me. While I admire your..ahem..competitive nature, half killing yourself by trying to keep up while I run, and ignoring every single sore part, cramp, pulled muscle in your own body, is fucken idiotic. Your body doesn't care how many pairs of fancy new shoes you buy to stop it hurting. If you can't accept that I built up to what I can run, over 4 weeks, you are just asking for trouble. And you know what? I think you found it. If you have take the three days off due to injury from running, I say sucked in. I wont be holding back should you deign to show up uninvited tomorrow. Even if your personal trainer/dr said to. *I* dont need to. Half the time I am just sitting back watching you head towards hurting yourself coz you wont listen. At the end of the day, your 2x 200$ pairs of shoes and 50$ sports bra aren't going to help you, and I will still keep on keeping on.

dear oil spot in the drive way (Ok you're not stupid) thank you for making me take the car to get serviced where the mechanic found a 'very loose' oil filter!

dear self, go get your ass in the shower. Its not going to get any warmer while you are waiting.
 
 
09 April 2013 @ 12:46 am
So this has been on my mind for a long time and I can't stop thinking about it because it's so disgusting, immoral, and every sinful act there pretty much ever was made by a stupid.

You have the nerve to tell people I get around a lot (even though I don't at all), that I'M the "slut" who is "easy" and gets with anything. You always say that people shouldn't judge you because they've done worse. The same could be said about you, bitch. I tried to let it go what you did to me because you did finally have the balls to come up and apologize to me (though it took you 3 years to do so to stop talking behind my back), and then I found out all of these dirty little secrets about you after you apologized from your blog that too much time has passed to even call you out for your true hypocrisy.

How DARE you call me all those names when in fact you have been performing far worse acts than I ever will? You know what, even if I may be "easy" in your eyes, at least I hook up with SINGLE people and I'm not hurting anyone and I am single myself. You on the other hand, have flings with taken people. Because you can't get what you want, somehow you think you have the rights to fuck up other innocent people's relationships. And the sick thing is, that guy is just as bad as you, doesn't care what he's doing to his just married wife. I looked up who you were talking about. I found the wife's page and I have half a mind to show her your blog how you are obsessed with her husband and that you guys hook up behind her back. You are so classless liking his Facebook photo of him and his son.

What do you see when you look at that little boy? That if your dirty little secrets came out you'd ruin those boys' families, huh? I just hope that bastard after he is officially married doesn't hook up with you anymore. You deserve being left behind for being a home wrecker.

And don't use your mom's death as an excuse to do what you do. You've been like this way before her cancer, IE making up rumors about me for years. You act like you're some catch when you blog about guys not seeing what's right in front of them. You ain't shit. Why do you need to make enemies like me when you've had falling outs with every one of your so-called "close" friends over a stupid guy you've fucked because you fuck everything that walks? That's right, YOU! I wonder what your parents think since you air all your dirty little secrets and don't care who reads them. I'm surprised no one has sat your ass down and tore you a new one. I wouldn't be friends with you if I just met you and read that blog. You sick, classless, moral-less, hypocrite. At least I didn't kill an innocent baby. You have the nerve to claim I can't keep my legs close while you hid the fact you had an abortion. Hadn't that taught you anything in life? But no, you're still the true slut sleeping around. You know what they say, can't cleanse filth. Your mom's probably rolling in her grave watching you go down. I wanna post your blog here to see if anyone else would just sit there and let you encourage that scumbag to cheat but I'm not unless someone requests to see your blog.
 
 
07 February 2013 @ 03:17 pm

DF is fun (and Fun) but is it really worth losing your job over?

Been searching for a way to play DF at work, with their overly secure proxies, its hard to find a way to get the game into the building.
Download's don't work, and I can't bring a flash drive in because it's a security breach.
Any ideas?
Also, for whatever reason I know when I run LNP on my home computer and start it up it registers as a "Virus" because it changes files within the DF folder.
Then comes the idea of how the game would run on these rigs here, I'm thinking a microfort may work. Cap the max dwarfs at 25 or so.

TL:DR Want to get DF to my work, without raising any flags, Best setup for microforts.


Seriously, who the hell does this?  When I urged caution, his flippant reply was:

Economy isn't as bad as people make it out to be.
I've had no problem finding and keeping a job even in this economy.
Even took a couple months off from my job to go work the summer in Alaska for shits and gigs.

My reply:

Okay. shit like this has a way of coming back to haunt people, but it's your life and your job.  Good luck to you.

EDIT: Asshole's reply was lolololol.

  I hope you get fired and it knocks that know it all attitude and sense of personal invulnerability right out of you.

Yeah, I know I'm not his mom, but I hate seeing people throw away a good (presumably) job on stuff like this.  Oh well, his life, and I'm ignoring him now.

 
 
20 January 2013 @ 11:20 am
Dear relatives who live in the same compound.

There is no need to friggin call me to ask the other party(who lives in the same compound as you) about very trivial matters. You can choose the ff choices:

a. Walk over to their house in less than a minute and ask them personally.
b. Call their fucking landline number.

With love and a little annoyance,

Your relative who lives far far away in the land of Trololololololol...
 
 
Current Location: Land of Trolololololol
Current Mood: stressedstressed
Current Music: Waterfalls
 
 
Honestly, I'd rather eat off a table that maybe had some forearm grease on it than one that had that grease smeared around by slathering a dirty cloth dipped in a bucket of off-brown water with chunks floating in it once or twice around the table before slapping down a laminated menu that sticks to the water streaks you couldn't be bothered to dry off (although you would probably use a crusty towel for that too, so it's ok..just leave it and don't make it worse than it is). That's the only tip you're getting from me.

Signed,
Asshole customer
 
 
 
21 October 2012 @ 08:52 pm
Dear co-worker,

Stop being such an ignorant twat! I don't see how you find it 'funny' when there is someone pretty much sexually harassing us every freaking day. You might like that kind of attention, but I certainly don't. I definitely don't want to think about what kind of scenarios your stupidity will bring.
 
 
Current Mood: angryangry
 
 
21 October 2012 @ 09:27 pm
Dear male nurse,

The proper reaction when I wince in pain after you ram the otoscope into my ear (that's sore and itchy, the reason for my visit) is not to offhandedly say "Oh, sorry," and then slam it in again. You kept complaining that I had "too much ear wax" - maybe that was because you were jamming the otoscope into the sides of my ear canal and thus covering the end of the 'scope with wax?! And then you did it to the OTHER ear - thanks, now both ears are aching! You huffed that "nothing was popping out at you", and nearly brushed me off. Then, the doctor checks my ear, and guess what? No pain, and I barely felt the 'scope. I'm guessing you just used a tip that was too big, and didn't realize it (or care). Also, I heard you swearing casually (I'm not sure, but I believe it was "Shut the f*ck up") in a conversation with a couple of other coworkers - wow, nice job being professional on the clock?

Oh, and guess what? I've got an ear infection and fluid buildup. Screw you, Mr. Nurse.

No love,

The girl with sore ears
 
 
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
19 October 2012 @ 05:31 pm

Dear S,



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No love at all,
One of the many you offended with your bullshit.
 
 
Current Mood: infuriatedinfuriated
 
 
18 October 2012 @ 04:02 pm
Dear stupid #2,

I saw my friend count on facebook go down.  It didn't take me very long to figure out it was you who removed me.  As long as it's not someone I talk to on a regular basis, although whenever we would run into each other randomly we'd have a long conversation and we even played pool and hung out at your house once.  I can tell why you removed me because you couldn't handle my political views.  Well you're no friend anyway if you can't respectfully agree to disagree and decide to end a friendship just because I don't worship Obama.  I didn't like how you think your views are better than anyone else's anyway.  Now it'll be super weird running into you again wherever.  Glad I don't go to the same college anymore for that to happen because I only ever ran into you when I was working and at class, plus sometimes at McDonald's.

I'm willing to bet that the next time I go out on some odd night I'll probably run into you knowing how my luck goes.
Thanks for makin' it awkward for no reason!

No love,
Me
 
 
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
 
 
13 October 2012 @ 02:38 am
Dear cunt that writes on my guy's wall as though you two are bf/gf,

but I thought your husband you're married to is the love of your life? Why are you writing provocative birthday messages on my pretty much boyfriend's wall saying: happy birthday my love, happy birthday secret lover?

You guys had your chances when no one else was in the picture, instead you were always with other people. I hate people like you who only want each other when you can't have each other.  You hurt innocent people in between.  I hope that your husband finds out about your emo cheating ways and leaves you.  This will be your second divorce going on 3rd marriage and you're only 27-years-old. Talk about #issues.  You know why your marriages and relationships fail? because you keep sending my "boyfriend" flirty messages instead of paying attention to your own husbands.  If I see one more out of line flirtatious message from you on his wall publicly, I'm gonna message your ass for real, and then notify your dear oblivious husband to check his wandering wife.

You better check yourself before you wreck yourself.  I've let this slide for far too long.

Disgusted,

Me
 
 
Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
 
 
 
10 October 2012 @ 03:58 pm

The host gave me that table. DO NOT cuss me the fuck out over someone else's mistake. Thank your feeble god that I'm on probation.

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

 
 
Current Mood: ready to quit
Current Music: drums of war
 
 
07 October 2012 @ 11:59 pm
Whatever happened to respectfully agreeing to disagree?  Or was that never a thing?  Or was it always to insult and devalue people's opinions one doesn't agree with?  I'm going to stick with my thought that when people play the suicide card and share it to everyone that they want to kill themselves all the time -- it's a cry for attention -- it's a cry for wanting someone to save them.  If they didn't want attention they would have kept it to themselves.  I don't need to experience in that exact way in order to get to have a validated opinion on it.  And calling me a "hateful bitch" who had suicidal thoughts before isn't going to get me to agree with you.  In fact, it's just only going to make me become nastier toward you.

There's always gotta be those kinds, ya know?
 
 
05 October 2012 @ 10:23 pm
Dear laptop;

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frustration,

your owner who cannot live without a laptop.

Dear self,

You're exhausted. Go to bed, stupid.

NOW.

rawr,
Your sensible side
 
 
02 October 2012 @ 07:04 pm
Quit texting me every mundane thing you do all day. I'm not your facebook. Speaking of facebook, quit sending me game requests. I do not want to play duggle or briggle or jiggle or whatever.
 
 
29 September 2012 @ 11:10 am
Quit breaking!

Yours Truly
 
 
 
Dear Asshole:

I hope you're happy now. I hope that getting through that light was worth it to you. Even though you didn't make it, because you caused a serious THREE-CAR accident (including our car and the other one that you knocked our car into) and put at least one person (my husband--I don't have any info about the third driver) in the hospital with injuries requiring major surgery and weeks, if not months, of rehab to recover from.

I hope you're happy about the ticket you got for running that red light. I hope you're happy about all the claims from our insurance company and the one representing the third driver. I'm sure your insurance company is massively pissed off at you, and I hope you're happy about that, too. I hope you will be VERY happy when you and your insurance company get the final bill for totalling our car, PLUS my husband's medical expenses, lost wages, and pain and suffering. If we have to take you to court, I hope you find THAT process to be highly enjoyable as well. (Because we WILL sue your ass to the moon and back if that's what it takes to get the settlement we deserve.)Read more...Collapse )
 
 
Current Mood: enragedenraged
 
 
20 September 2012 @ 04:10 pm
/  
To: First aid kits that spill their entire contents when you open them, and no matter how you do it, you can't put it all back the right way and they never close again, and despite all the shit it's stuffed with, you can't find the thing you need.

Cc: LCD billboards that flash seizure inducing all-white backgrounds at night; My year-old blackberry that now has a track pad with a mind of its own and can't hold a charge for more than a day (and it's not the battery)

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Kindest Regards
 
 
08 September 2012 @ 05:54 pm
Dear gas pumps that auto release every 2 seconds for no good reason while I'm filling up,

Fuck you.

Best regards
 
 
25 August 2012 @ 03:21 pm
Dear old stalker who is ruining my friendship with one of my best friends,

Here's what you didn't know that we're both keeping a dirty little secret from you.  We know how obsessed you are with me, but we're not telling you because it will just make the situation worse.  Yes, your insecurities about me and him having something going on are true.  The thing is, I've known this guy much much much longer than you, and we've had a friendship/fling going on way longer than either of us have ever known you. You're delusional to think that a 26-year-old woman like me would accept dating a 60-year-old ugly fat man like you.  He's 27 years old and I prefer people around my age. 

I don't think I'm going to put up with my fling defending you any longer.  He still wants to be your friend and tries to be "mutual" but he sides with you more because you're a lonely miserable soul who has no one and he's just trying to be that one friend you can turn to.  You almost raped me, you constantly touch me and feel in person.  I don't want to get the courts involved because i really don't have the time, patience, or money to spend on that so i'm hoping that this will go away all on its own. Plus, the justice system is screwed up anyway and I'll probably be the one to go to jail somehow since lately all I've ever read in the news are victims going to jail instead of the people who assaulted them.

However, I wish to tell you that YES I AM FUCKING YOUR SO CALLED BEST FRIEND BEHIND YOUR BACK.  NEITHER OF US HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOU.  YOU'RE JUST AN OBSESSED OLD PERVERT WHO HAS A PROBLEM WITH UNDERSTANDING WHAT THE WORD "no" means.  You wouldn't have even known your 1 lone friend if it wasn't for me introducing him to you.

No wonder no one wants to be with your clingy ass.  You'll die alone.  That's justice enough for me. Unless you go buy yourself a hooker to marry with all that money you have.

No love EVER,
me
 
 
20 August 2012 @ 08:01 pm
Dear stupid boy,

It's one of those things that actually happened but you think it was all a dream but in reality it really did happen, though you wish it didn't.

I really wish I hadn't hooked up with you, but I guess that's what I needed.  At the time it just felt right.  I've been with the same person for 3 1/2 years and you were something new.  I hate how we're both pretending it didn't happen.  I couldn't stand that you didn't say one word to me at your house this weekend after it happened last week.  It's weird and awkward that you're my roommate's cousin.  In a way, I suppose we were both each other's rebounds.  You still have your "girl" and I still have my "guy" both of us talk to our respective exes still on a daily basis as well as hook up with them.

How long will you be able to fucking pretend nothing happened between us?  For now, I'll go along with it that we didn't do anything because it's the best for now, but I'm really sick of this.  I could not keep this from my "guy" that we did something, especially when I really like him.  I told him right away even though we aren't a couple.  You're hiding this from your on/off ex.  I don't even know if you were still actually with her when we hooked up.

My roommate thinks I'm lying because you said no when he asked you if we did anything and of course he'll believe his cousin over his roommate, so I decided to change my answer back to no that we didn't do anything.  What a rocky start.  I didn't even want to hook up with you anyway because I had just met you that night and I don't do that on the first night I meet someone.  I was just an emotional wreck over my "ex" and you just happened to be there.  I know some other guys at the party wanted to get with me and would glady say they did if it had happened, but they were too forward and obsessed about me.  I chose you because you weren't forward and we didn't even talk about hooking up until we all went to bed and it happened.

I just wanted to be your platonic friend and get to know you.

Damn hormones and emotions.

Ugh, no love,
me

P.S. you are fucking lucky no consequences came of our one night meeting because I highly doubt you can sit there and pretend it didn't happen if something did come of it. my roommate (i live with two guys and i'm not about to hook up with my room mates) knows i like you a lot and want to get to know you, but i don't like how your ex is still very much a part of your family's life.  well i guess i can't say anything since my "ex" is still very much a part of my life, too.
 
 
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
 
06 August 2012 @ 12:06 am

It's really not cool of you to shrink on me, after everything we've been through together & all the money I've spent on you over the years. I don't want to admit that I've grown too big for you.. you can't make me concede to that! After all, how on earth am I going to afford to replace you? It's true that things have been a little.. tight lately, but I've treated you too well for you to betray me like this. I can't go out in public with muffin top or an exposed belly. It's too trashy for my taste.

I mean, really.. I may not shell out for top-shelf fabric softener, but I always mend your rips instead of giving up on you, fold you nicely in my drawers, give every piece of you a chance to shine in an outfit I throw together in seconds (even if I don't follow a pattern or colour scheme), and wouldn't dream of cranking up the temperature just to dry you faster. I understand that you're mostly gentle, thrift-store souls who need love & care in a home that appreciates you no matter what your brand name or condition you're in. I'd wear you to mere threads if I could. If I had the space in my apartment, I'd hang you all up to dry just to show the world how much I love you & capture the scent of a summer breeze.

So please, do me a solid & just fit me right. I'm tired of red marks around my hips, bruises at my waist, & having to hide my unfastened zippers with extra-long tanktops all the time.  You have no idea how hard it is to replace you!

Love,
Laur

 
 
03 August 2012 @ 08:20 am
Dear Piece of Shit in the Red Midsized Sedan,

I am so sorry that I held you up from getting to your oh so important destination this morning. Forgive me for going the speed limit on a winding, narrow street. Forgive me for causing you to rev your engine and speed around me in a no passing zone and for you almost getting in a head-on collision while breaking the speed limit in an epic way (what were you going? 50 in a 35mph zone?). . Wanna guess what I was saying about you while you had a temper tantrum? Get over yourself. Sooo sorry that I held you up a few seconds from grabbing some Starbucks -_- Best thing is-I'm sure you got held up at a red light eventually.

Fuck you,
Girl-In-The-Champagne-Corolla

 
 
11 June 2012 @ 07:42 pm
Dear stupid self,

Stop ruining every potential thing you get.  When they first interviewed you, you remember how they told you down the line that if they can call the right people they could turn your position into full time?  Now they're giving you warnings and notices to improve now they say they have no intentions of turning this into a full time job.  You're lucky you're not fired yet but you might as well be anyway.

Trying to justify it:
I don't think I would be happy with an administrative assistant job even if it does turn into full time.  It's such tedious, repetitive tasks that a monkey could do better than me.  I wish I was able to use my full set of skills instead of the mundane ones. 

Maintaining jobs are like maintain relationships: I can't even be married to my work because it's about to break up with me.  I try to swallow myself into work so I don't have to deal with other bullshit, but I can't even keep a job.  Well on the bright side, even though I haven't been able to maintain a job for a year, the pay keeps moving up each time I get a new part time job. Hopefully this time I move into a full time God Damn position.

People always bitch and say well you should be grateful you even have a job.  I got news for you type of people: after trying to find a filler job i can keep steady -- i can't.  I want to use my skills to my full potential not settle for a second hand job that a high schooler could do.  I'm worse off after I get this filler job than I was before.  The only good thing coming from it is pay and it's not even worth it going miserable to the job every day waiting for nothing.

No love,
me
 
 
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
07 June 2012 @ 03:36 pm
Dear Girl,

If you're not going to call me, please get out of my head.

Thanks
 
 
03 June 2012 @ 04:04 am
Dear Mom:

When your friend called earlier and got my name wrong, why didn't you correct him? That's kind of rude, especially since he kept doing it and you just kept your mouth shut. It was really irritating every time he said the wrong name and I couldn't correct him because you, thinking it was funny, told him he was right when he really wasn't.

Love, but annoyance,
Me.

- - -

Dear Friend of Mom:

You are really annoying. You talk too much about stupid shit, then moan when we "don't listen". Then you call my mom at least three times within an hour. It's not amusing. Where the hell did she find you, anyway?

No love,
That kid whose name you fucked up.
 
 
 
31 May 2012 @ 01:52 pm
sigh  

Dear Boyfriend,

 I really appreciate you moving up here to be with me, I do wish you'd try and make new friends here though. Yeah, I know it's a shit town and we don't plan on staying here but do you realise how much pressure you put on me by being your only source of happiness? And the only one contributing finanically to the relationship? It's draining. It's really not fair.. I feel like I can't go out or do my own thing because I hate knowing you'll be unhappy without me or just sat there waiting there patiently, doing nothing else, like some sort of lost puppy when I get back.

You say you hate that you're not into dancing/gym/working out/blah/in work anymore but.. if you don't get off your arse and actually  DO something about it, you're not going to get anywhere. I don't want you to resent me when I try time and time again to tell you this, but sometimes I know you do, and it hurts. It really does hurt.

Baby, I really love you, I do..I'm only trying to help you.

So when I encourage you, when I say 'go to parkour' or 'why dont you start your workout today, then? ^_^' don't just tell me you'll start it tomorrow/go next week then whine that you never do anything.. I don't know what else to say. I'm not your mother, I don't need to hold your hand everywhere you go, and you don't need to hold mine. We are adults. Start behaving like one for me, please. Because if you carry on then I don't see a future for us.

I hope the interview for the 6th goes well. We need this.

I'm really trying here.

Love,

Girlfriend.

 
 
Current Mood: sadsad
 
 
16 May 2012 @ 08:36 pm
Sometimes I feel like there's is not a one in this world who wants to talk to me. There are days when I feel entirely shat on, and for no good reason.
Why is it that when I need someone the most, there is absolutely no one. It's not like I'm not reaching out. No one seems interested. You really have a talent at kicking me when I'm down.

Sincerely,
Someone who just needs a friend.

Dear.. J.
It's not all about you, eh? I've never been anything but nice to you. Why do you always feel the need to get under my skin? Yea, it may be fun for you, but it eats at me for days on end. Which you have no idea about. Speaking of which, you seem to be obsessed with this notion that you have me all figured out, for some stupid reason. You know nothing about me. Nothing.
If I tried to tell you that these things bother me, you'd tell me to stop being so sensitive.
This is coming from someone who stopped fucking talking to me, THREE times, for absolutely no reason. I wonder if you have any idea how tiring dealing with you is.

Some love, because when it's good, it's good,
Me
 
 
12 May 2012 @ 12:41 am
Generally, when one cleans out YOUR fucking guinea pig cage, and gives YOUR pets a bath, and throws out YOU fucking garbage, you at least say thanks.
You're boyfriend is a controlling fuck head, and he's turned you into a fat, lazy, rude fucking slob. I could go on and on.
I'm never anything but nice to you, and you've no fucking reason to be mean. It'd be nice if we could sit down and talk, and work this out, but you are such a fucking child that it's near impossible. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to get you evicted. Oh but wait, I can't, because you still owe money on the couch, and I could get fucked over. Wonderful.

Please Move out.
 
 
25 April 2012 @ 07:00 pm
Dear gas station air pumps,

It's bad enough that we have to cough up for air (if we aren't spending $100 on half a tank of gas) in one of the richest places in the world. What is this, Total Recall? ...And, on top of that, you only take quarters! This is an age where you can swipe your debit card in a gumball machine, but you haven't even figured out how to take anything other than one type of coin. God forbid I only have 25 cents in dimes and nickels.

Sincerely,
Less frustrated with a bicycle pump
 
 
05 April 2012 @ 10:01 am

Dear cold and cough,

Please Just go away! >.< you're ruining my Easter holiday -_-

 
 
 
23 March 2012 @ 03:25 pm
Why is it when, anytime a good song comes out, you have to molest it, and turn it into a crappy abortion of a re-mix?
 
 
16 March 2012 @ 08:09 am
Dear trolls at IMDb,

You're not funny, you're not witty. You're just plain stupid.  I made a post asking people if they've seen characters from a certain TV series in other roles, that's not the same as asking what else have they been in.  I'm asking if people themselves have seen them in different things and IMDb does not provide that directly.

You say there's a site to look up things people have been in, no shit sherlock, why do you think I'm at IMDb asking questions like that? You're really fucking stupid.  IMDb doesn't give away what people have seen unless they are asked or volunteer the information, IMDb just lists what the actors and actresses have been in.  Next time learn to actually read the question before thinking you have something "clever" and "witty" to say.

To more trolls like you, I specifically asked a certain group of shippers what they thought about an alternate ending, not just anyone, and I love how you answer the question anyway even though you're the biggest hater shipper of the couple I asked about.  There is a reason why I put what do XY shippers think! Then again, you're the type of troll that does things to purposely piss people off.

Trolls who go online to see where they can use sarcasm anywhere and those who answer questions that don't have anything to do with them need to get lives.

Please get a life,
me
 
 
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
Dear dumb ass folks who use people's deaths to create drama,

Simply put: get over yourself.  You're right, there are two sides to every story and I believe my friend that she was the one who was emotionally abused which in turn led to her death.  Not only did she lose one person, she lost two people she thought she could trust who betrayed her behind her back.  It really makes me sick to think that people don't see anything wrong with so called "friends" dating a "friend's ex."  I think the world is big enough where I don't have to hook up with a guy who has gotten with one of my friends.  Plus, I don't stab my friends in the back and I'm not a fan of sloppy seconds!  You act like it's so easy for my friend to get over a guy she had two kids with, pretty much everything with.  Why don't you be in her position and see how quickly you'd get over it?  You'd have to see the guy almost daily depending on how often you see your kids, not to mention she has to see her ex with a bitch of an ex-"friend" on top of that.  It really amazes me that people see nothing wrong with "friends" dating "friend's" exes.  She lent my friend a shoulder to cry on about her ex and then she gets with him behind her back?  Hopefully bad karma bites you bitches in the asses for thinking the way you do.

My friend had absolutely no reason to lie to me about what her ex did to her.  I don't even know the guy and wouldn't really talk to him/see him only if I was with my friend, and from when I met him once or twice, I didn't really like him.  The only people defending him I noticed are some of the bitches that went to school with him who probably had a crush on him or something.  Some people who went to school with him also didn't like him but I noticed that many people who do defend him are those who actually think they "know" him.  It's called being "manipulative." Look it up!!!

And judging by your bull-headed attitudes thinking you can tell people what to do...you'll probably get yourselves into trouble for some other reason.  I can't stand people who come out of nowhere haven't talked to my friend in years, the first thing they do is try to pick out something on her page to cause drama.  Me making a facebook memorial page isn't a big deal, besides trust me when I say if she were alive, she would have wanted me to be the one to make it for her anyway.  Her real parents abandoned her and even her adoptive father abandoned her.  The difference between me and you lot who abandoned her from the past, I didn't give up on her.  I may have taken a break a little while because I couldn't stand her needing help from me all the time, but I eventually talked to her again, you all from the past turned your backs on on her and if it weren't for her death, you wouldn't even be posting on her facebook page or contacting her family.  I saw the guest list at the viewing and it makes me sick that you fake people actually had the nerve to show.

What goes around comes around.~

-Me :)
 
 
Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
 
 
03 March 2012 @ 04:30 pm
Dear Etsy sellers,
Stop telling me I need to raise my prices. There's a reason my stuff sells and yours doesn't. It's because I don't charge insanely unreasonable prices for things I can easily make more of. If you want your stuff to sell, maybe you should lower the prices, or something. But really, stop asking me to raise mine. I don't want to be on the same pathetic tier as you, crying about how no one ever buys anything I make. 
Quite honestly, which is better? Selling one piggy bank for $75, or selling a lot of piggy banks for about $20 each? More people would buy them if they weren't so expensive, and you'd be up to your eyebrows in money before you knew it.
But that's just my opinion. You know... Based on experience.