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itsallovernowDear 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.
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.
