Sometimes I don't understand why I bother with a lot of what I do or whom I do it for. I was part of a company. I am no longer a part of that company. The coworkers I befriended have not bothered at all with me since my leaving. It's like I was never even there. I still have obligations with that company that I have to finish and the only thing ( Read more... )

Dear gents at EB Games:

I apologize for bursting into laughter when, in response to my statement "Hey, I've come in to pick up a pre-order," you asked, "Oh, for Madden 2008?"

Honestly, it wasn't fair. Yes, there's no way you could foretell that I was there for Persona 3, but more importantly, I'm sure Madden 2008 is a perfectly fine title that ( Read more... )

Dear Bike Rider;

I fully believe that bikes need to be given the respect entitled to any vehicle being driven on the road. However, this means that you also need to follow the rules of the road. Besides driving with traffic- which in your case, you were doing- this means not shooting through red lights and cutting in front of me while I have a ( Read more... )

Dear World;

The proof is not in the pudding. The proof of the pudding is in the eating. Thank you.

Your Obedient Servant,
Me

You dumb son of a bitch.

Sincerely, 
- Yourself

I'm getting a little tired of your snippy comments. You have the nerve to say not only untrue things but things to ridicule me in front of others. fuck you. I know what this is about. And you can just fuck off. How DARE you judge me? Yes, we're all aware of your little "fear of commitment" pardon me if I gag over your pussy bullshit. Just ( Read more... )

Dear Organizers of The CallNext time, do our fair city one small favor ( Read more... )

Dear ex:

I am certain there are even better ways you could have made sure I would continue my policy of "I'd be just as glad to never hear from you again, thanks." For example, you could have mailed me long letters composed entirely of creepy poems written with letters cut out of magazines. You could have sent me eerie emails about how you "knew I ( Read more... )

To whomever robbed my boyfriend's house this morning:

FUCK YOU! You know what that money you took was? Fucking RENT. Fuck you. I hope you spend that money on whores who give you syphilis.

Cat

Dear Hare-Brained Money Making Scheme Proto-Clients,
Please do not visit me at my Work1 office for Work1a purposes unless i specifically invite you. If you really must drop paperwork off at my day job, please do not expect me to Drop Everything to talk to you. Please especially do not attempt to discuss semi-confidential HBMMS business in front ( Read more... )