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Dear M., I know you hate our landlord. I'm guessing the feeling is mutual. I've learned new insults from hearing the things you call him, but really, the fact is that he is not going to steal our stuff (we don't have anything worth stealing) or intentionally free the cats to wander the world. Therefore, letting him stay and fix the hot water instead of sending him away yesterday and also, potentially calling him BEFORE you had to go to work after waiting for him to show up today may have resulted in hot water before now. Instead, I have to leave work early to go meet the landlord so that I can have a fucking hot shower sometime before the apocalypse.

You're being a dumb ass.

Love,
Me

Dear work,

How is the current state of things NOT me doing my job, and the job of the people you laid off? Just for clarity's sake?

No love,
Me

Dear Dad,
Seriously, I am not answering the phone before 5. Look at the clock. Ask your wife. Do not call me in the middle of the day because you're bored. It's not charming.

Love (at the appropriate time),
Me

Dear Me,
Do you really want to put the rest of your fundraising allocation on your credit card? Nope, didn't think so. Just mail the fucking letters to your friends and family so you can jump start their guilt in the next few weeks.

No love,
Me

Dear mystery that I just finished,
You were well written, but you totally copped out at the end. Plus, I absolutely knew that particular character was not to be trusted. It was a flub all around and a disappointment in an otherwise intriguing first novel.

No love, but some affection,
Me


Need a place to bitch, nicely, about the petty annoyances at the end of the week? Feel free to post your own letters to the universe here.

Date: 2008-08-22 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jonquil.livejournal.com
Dear head,
I know I'm under stress. Stop aching. You're making it worse.
No (ouch) love,
Me.

Dear glasses,
I have three. different. pairs. of you. Three. Reading, computer, and everyday.

One of you is required to be comfortable, at some distance, for reading. Confer amongst yourselves and find a volunteer.
Sincere anger,
Me.

Date: 2008-08-22 11:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thassalia.livejournal.com
Wish I had anything at all to offer for the headache - aside from finding away to remove all of your current stress!!!

Date: 2008-08-23 02:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thedorkygirl.livejournal.com
Dear Obama:

Though I am intrigued by the Texas Congressman rumor, please to not be playing that card.

Love,
Me

Date: 2008-08-23 04:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] raithen.livejournal.com
Dear Universe,

Yes, I asked for change. Thank you, I like most of what is on offer, so far, though I could have handled a LITTLE less drama in getting it.

But this next round? Wow. It may be more than I am ready for.

Apprehensively,
Me.

Date: 2008-08-23 07:44 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Dear men who have seen me naked,

There are either two options. Either you are completely intimidated by my awesome, or there is something hideous growing in my vagina and NO ONE WILL TELL ME ABOUT IT. Either way, would it fucking kill you to call me? If only to tell me about the vagina monster.

Love,
That girl you slept with, that one time.
(Thea can probably guess who.)

Date: 2008-08-25 06:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lem0nb0mbs.livejournal.com
dear family,

Do you think you can all just hold your stupid in check for a week (longer would be nice too) so I can relax for the first time in forever? It's not like the stupidity is serving a useful purpose.

turning out the light,
me

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