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  • Dear Ex:

    I 'need to plan better'?! Please. Oddly, you not showing up in NM is not as disappointing as you believe. I was actually able to get important stuff done.

    You don't get my cell number again, as you have proven conclusively that not flooding it is impossible. That number is on my resume and I need the line open kthx.

    Stop sending me unsolicited badly-made homebrew porn, as I've told you about eight times. Remember when I told you your ISP and cell provider don't look too favorably on that kind of thing? Well, they don't. Next questionable photo to hit my inbox gets the originating account reported.
    "I am quite confident that I do exist."
    "Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up." The Doctor

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    • Dear Dad,

      CHILL OUT
      I know the primary drive in the computer needed to be replaced alluva sudden, right after we put in the kickass new video card, but if you do not CHILL a little, you're going to mess something up AGAIN. You already almost broke the system disc.
      CHILL OUT

      Love,
      Your daughter

      ---

      Dear Kickass New Video Card,

      PLEASE don't have had anything to do with the drive failing alluva sudden. PLEASE. You are teh sex.
      (And you look like a giant matchbox car! )

      Love,
      The Female Dwarven Rogue

      ---

      Dear Pixie-Sprite-Fairy-Bunny-Spirit Things, Specifically The Ones That Inhabit My Dad's Room,

      I LOVE YOU FOREVER
      (told you so!)

      LOVE,
      The Girl Who Was Looking For The Basic Keyboard That Doesn't Need Special Drivers

      ---

      Dear Lil' Bro,

      THANK YOU for dealing with Dad whilst he was "being rowdy with the cables".

      Love,
      Big Sis

      ---

      Dear New Hard Drive,

      Please work. Please? Pleeeeeease?
      And please don't break anything. Please? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?

      Love,
      Someone Who Would Have Been Much Gentler With Your Cables
      All that glitters has a high refractive index.

      The meat is rotten, but the booze is holding out.
      -> Computer translation of "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

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      • Dear Hot Gal Pal,

        Thank you thank you thank you for meeting me for lunch, I sooo needed somebody to talk to and dish with - I've been so bored! Blah. And thanks for the kick in the pants. I know what I need to do, but I don't want to. *sigh*

        BoyThing,

        I'm not calling you. I'm not texting you. This is called 'the silent treatment'. When you call me this weekend, as you will, IF I answer my phone it will be to tell you to f*ck off.

        Not that you would care. I've never met anyone more apathetic - especially a guy when it comes to someone he has sex with. I mean, seriously? wtf...
        "Even arms dealers need groceries." ~ Ziva David, NCIS

        Tony: "Everyone's counting on you, just do what you do best."
        Abby: "Dance?" ~ NCIS

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        • Dear Tummy.

          Stop growling! Mr. Rum will be home with food shortly.

          Hungrily,
          Rummy

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          Dear Child Rum,

          Stop being naughty! You need to sit down and do something not run around and get into my laundry room. You'll get lost in it.


          Mommy

          ---------------------------------------
          Dear Mr. Rum,

          Hurry up already! I iz hongry!

          Your loving wife,
          Mrs. Rum

          ----------------------------------------
          Dear knees, hands, & elbows,

          I'm sorry that I literally fell flat on my face yesterday morning really scraping the heck out of my knees & hands. However, why are both of my elbows giving me such pain I can barely bend them, let alone reach for stuff (even if it's in the silverware drawer) without lots of pain?

          Hurty,
          Rummy

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          • Dear Body,

            What the heck is with the amount of water I've been drinking lately? Stop that! I can't need that much water, it's Winter and I don't sweat during winter!

            Drowning in the gallons of water,
            RW
            Now a member of that alien race called Management.

            Yeah, you see that right. Pink. Harness.

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            • Dear Becks--

              METALLICA
              !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
              I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

              Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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              • Dear Lizziebeff,

                Is it Monday yet? Is it Monday yet?

                And I wanna go bowling!!!!!! Is it Sunday yet?

                Love,

                your favoritist sister EVER
                Unseen but seeing
                oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                3rd shift needs love, too
                RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                • Dear Becks--

                  In parts of the world, it's *almost* Sunday.

                  Does that count?

                  --Me
                  I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

                  Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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                  • Dear cute guy who sat in front of me for the last 3 semesters,
                    Please sit in front of me again in at least one class this semester
                    BTW, have I mentioned I thought you were cute
                    Now if only you could make my life by telling me you were gay and were into me too (but that may be too much to ask for)

                    sincerely,
                    the guy who has had a crush on you for 2 years now
                    Smiley
                    If you wish to find meaning, listen to the music not the song

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                    • IT'S ME AGAIN MARGARET!

                      Dear Fuzzy Slobbering Dog In The Sky,

                      Yes, it's me again. Pretty sure you're getting sick of hearing me whine, but I have 109 days until my new life starts. You're going to be hearing from me a lot, considering how much stress I'm about to go through.

                      Dog....you travel, don't you? I do. I will. A lot. And I have some concerns.

                      I have my Tablet, and my computer, my Pirate Gold, my Naruto Plushie, and my ton and a half of books. So long as I have those, I'll be fine.

                      I'm leaving Store Retail, Dog. No one else I know, aside from Mum and Dad, is going to be doing what I'm about to do. I know already that my Grandsire is going to be very angry with my lifestyle. It's an Alternate Lifestyle. Different. Beyond the Norm.

                      Screw Normality.

                      But, Dog, much of the people I know are going to reject me. Their Alternative Lifestyle doesn't take into account living full-time in an RV. Their idea of "Alternative Lifestyle" is a bedmate that is their same gender.

                      Alan's okay with it, but only so long as I go up to Canada to see him. My Brother wants to move to another country entirely. Sister is land-bound to a Sticks and Bricks.

                      I'm scared, Dog. I've been rejected before. I can handle that. I've handled that a thousand times over (Remember the nightmare with Tay? Yeah, I thought you might).

                      But...I don't want to be alone. I mean, sure, I have Mr. Squirrel if I stop taking my pills, but I don't think a malicious entity is a good thing for someone who doesn't have access to mental facilities.

                      I'll have my Sister still, but she won't know first hand what I'm going through when it all happens. I'd always let her do something first, then took her lead in what not to do. Well, this time I can't follow in Sister's footstomps.

                      This time it's my turn to blaze a trail. In a weird way, I'm excited to do my own thing. But on the other hand, that makes me really something nervous. I'm not the kind of person that will take the lead. I'm more the all drive and no direction type.

                      I'm traveling with Mum and Dad for the first year or so. So if I get into a bind I'll have help. But who am I going to have breakfast with in the morning and talk about various tips and tricks when they're in Utah and I'm tooling around Alabama? I'm not comfortable having a roommate, let alone someone sharing my RV. That's a lot smaller space, ya know.

                      For some reason, all this stuff likes to hit me in the middle of the night when everyone I know is sleeping and I can't talk to them. None of them know what's like to RV anyhow, so I guess it doesn't much matter.

                      I've been reading RVing forums, but for some reason I just can't get into them. Probably the lack of "Read First Unread Post" button. I've been spoiled thanks to this site. I have the feeling that this is going to be one of those jumping-in-feet-first dealios.

                      And now I've made myself sick with worry. Royal fucking hell. And I've got work at 1pm today! Dammit. I worked myself up again. Well, at least my artwork isn't suffering....why does it seem like I can only do artwork at night? That totally messes me up sleep wise. At least it's still pretty.

                      Okay, I'm tired of typing. I'll update ya on my inability to handle things later.
                      Now a member of that alien race called Management.

                      Yeah, you see that right. Pink. Harness.

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                      • Dear SLCC website
                        Thank you for crushing my hopes before the first week of class. I appreciate you providing student lists for all classes as early as the weekend before. Now I know for certain the cute guy doesn't have any classes with me
                        though on the bright side... it looks like I will be sharing a class with a Mr. Daniel Craig
                        If you wish to find meaning, listen to the music not the song

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                        • Dear Becks--

                          Thanks for making me go.

                          It was great fun!

                          --Me

                          *************************************

                          Dear thumb--

                          Stop being swollen!

                          --me

                          *************************************

                          Dear Becks (again)--

                          MetallicA!!!!!!!!!!!!

                          WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

                          --headbanging me
                          I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

                          Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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                          • Dear CSers,

                            Happy Sunday! *offers herbal tea, baked goods, and chocolate to everyone*

                            Thanks for being awesome.

                            --RP

                            Dear Internet,

                            Holy monkeys! of fire!, do you ever have an enormous assortment of herbal teas out there! I <3 you for it.

                            --RP
                            1129. I will refrain from casting Dimension Jump and Magnificent Mansion on every police box we pass.
                            -----
                            http://orchidcolors.livejournal.com (A blog about everything and nothing)

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                            • Dear BFF's husband

                              You are an idiot. Her mom is going through a cancer scare, and you throw a shit fit because you made an incorrect assumption? You suck. Do that again, and I will beat your obese ass.

                              No Love
                              Rads

                              Dear BFF's Mom's Doctor

                              I hope that rats crawl up your anus and eat you from the inside out, saving the vital organs for last so that you can die in slow, horrible agony. You should be stripped of your license and your flesh.

                              DIAF is too good for you
                              Rads
                              The report button - not just for decoration

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                              • Dear Rads,

                                RHPG has a whip... you might want to borrow it

                                Dear Rad's BFF's husband,

                                you piss off Rads and you piss us all off... prepare to die

                                Dear new guy at work,

                                you are promising, you may get the CS invitation later this week
                                If you wish to find meaning, listen to the music not the song

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