| Roommates... |
[Nov. 24th, 2009|09:35 pm] |
Dear A,
Do not ever again order me around. Ever. Yeah, you had to clean on your day off...I agree that it's sucky...but you need to get over it. You cleaning for a few hours on one of your two days off doesn't buy you the right to raise your voice at me and tell me what to do when I'm in the middle of a 7-day working streak. When we got done cleaning you got to sit back and attempt to enjoy the rest of your day. I had work later that afternoon and did not get off work until 10pm. There WAS no day for me to enjoy. You stomped on my plans which concerned my OWN stuff, and while I'm happy to help when POLITELY ASKED, I had things to do as well.
Do not act as though your time is more important than mine just because you get a higher wage than I do, or work more hours. Don't bring the fact that I work a retail schedule into the argument either, because that schedule is largely outside of my own control. Oh, now you want to whine about how you work 60 hours per week? Here's how I look at it: You are either FORCED to work that much, in which case you're a victim of circumstance, which has nothing to do with me and should not be allowed to affect me (or B for that matter). Or, you CHOOSE to work that much for your own reasons, which are none of my business and therefore none of my concern, and have no place in your interactions with me. I contribute my share. B contributes hers. We contribute no less than you do, so drop the work-based argument altogether unless the ratio of contribution is altered.
When I confronted you about it and asked you to not raise your voice at me in the future, you tried to defend yourself, saying that you aren't our father and won't 'ask politely' for help with stuff. First of all, fathers (at least the four I've had) don't 'ask politely' for help. They do what YOU did earlier, and bark out orders with no consideration for anyone else's plans or time. 'Asking politely' has nothing to do with acting like a father, it has to do with acting like a polite human being who regards other people and other people's time with respect and consideration.
I would never ask you to just drop whatever you had planned to help with something, even cleaning, if I knew that you had work that day, much less ORDER you to do so.
I have never, and WILL never come home from at shitty SHITTY day at work and take my bad mood out on anyone. EVER. I have never and WILL never wake up (if I went to sleep at all) from a bad night's sleep and take that mood out on anyone EVER. I work RETAIL, buddy, I know what bad days are, but no one I know can honestly tell you that I'm the kind of person to lash out at someone unless I'm given a very good reason BY that person themselves. Yes, I was short-tempered with you, but you implicitly ordering me to drop my plans and spend what precious little of my free time doing what YOU wanted was more than enough cause for my mood.
Also, I don't appreciate you 'forbidding' me to sleep until 3pm. I've only done that when it's necessary, a few times in last couple of months, and my sleep schedule isn't something I can control with how random and stupid my shifts are, in combination with my commissions. I can't fall asleep easily in any case. The only time I sleep into the afternoon is if I fall asleep in the 4am-8am range. So what if I'm a night owl? That has nothing to do with you and doesn't interfere in anything you do. I won't object to being woken up if my help is needed, fyi. Just remember to be nice about it. It won't kill you or even HURT you, I promise.
I'm not your kid, your significant other, your employee, or your subordinate in ANY way shape or form. Kindly bear that in mind, because next time you treat me and my plans disrespectfully, I WILL ignore you and barricade myself in my room if necessary. Lord knows I have enough of my OWN stuff in here with which to do so.
Please do the dishes once in a while,
--Me |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|12:50 pm] |
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Dear Dae Wee (or however your name is spelled)
I now know that it was you who vandalised my bike and, you know what? You gave yourself away by the way you simply refused to listen to me when I was offering an olive branch. I told you, today, that I would be ringing up the owner of the other two apartments and requesting official permission to park where I am currently parking and that I would also be asking for you to be allowed to park there as there is enough room for two. Your response was pathetic.
'I don't want to talk to you! I don't want anything to do with you!'
I've done nothing wrong but your response... well, someone's feeling guilty, isn't she? And maybe a bit pressured by her partner who is furious that I am parking where I am parking. But, you know what? I'm not going to listen to your husband because I will park where I damn well place, your husband be damned. Also? Next time you vandalise my bike or anything belonging to me I will be requesting a police presence at your door and you can pay for the damage that you've created.
And if your husband ever comes over as threatening to me ever again I will be asking for a restraining order, which will see you being forced to move out. I don't care if that's vindictive, he has sworn at me, used his size to intimidate me and been over all unpleasant. Just be glad I haven't slashed your tires on that puny little thing you get around on.
Sincerely
Your Neighbour |
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[Nov. 18th, 2009|02:53 pm] |
Dear School Library,
Not ONE book on linguistics? Wtf?!
You suck
Dear Public Library Late fee.
You are almost forty dollars. Please go away.
Sincerely
The poor girl who can't seem to turn things in on time |
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| Spoon Fed Society |
[Nov. 18th, 2009|12:04 pm] |
I have one thing for you to ponder over,
If we cannot live now and worry about the claims in regards to 2012. Who are we?
The media have already given us a movie expect more shizzle from them in the future. They've got us thinking about it. Soon they will have us fearing for our lives and the government til we are putty in their hands. Maybe the end of the world is the beginning of their future and the ability for them to mold us. If they have us shivering in our boots they have us.
I'm not about to be spoon fed by anyone or anything.
from
My own path
it's my thoughts if you don't think the same way then don't. |
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| Dear friend, |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|10:25 pm] |
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You are one of my best friends, but sometimes you give me a massive headache. If not for the fact that you would throw a fit, I would tell you to grow the f up. You are almost 25 years old, yet you continue to behave like a whiny fifteen year old. I would like to share my problems with you. Problems such as, I'm almost broke, my depression is returning, I'm having trouble in school, etc etc. But no, we have to talk about how your Mom won't drive to get you food so you can't eat anything. Boo fucking hoo... I know you have food at your house. Also, we constantly talk about how upset you are that the magazines report that two actors in a popular movie series are dating. It's probably not true, but so what if it is? You are never going to end up with him, and it's high time that you realize that. So once again, I'm asking you to please remember that you are almost 25 and to please grow up. I honestly can't take much more of your selfishness. |
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[Nov. 12th, 2009|06:39 am] |
Dear Crazy Chick at School
Stop following me and my friend around. It is creepy and annoying, and most people agree its bordering on stalking. So when we don't talk to you GO AWAY! But guess what you didn't So then we started avoiding you GO AWAY! But you didn't again. I started plain out bitching out you. GO AWAY! Did you leave nooooo you didn't!
And I hate to tell you that you think my friend is your friend but she isn't she is a bitch and is using you for stuff so don't start thinking I plan on talking to you to again because she is. Were not the same people I like to beleive I'm a nicer person. But seriously Go The Hell Away!
And do you know what is weird when I say me and my dad are going to Chapters it means me and my dad not me and you. So don't start telling me how long it takes you to walk to chapters and ask me when I'm going to be there.
Leave me and my friend alone we want to spend time with other people not just you 24/7 ok so stop coming up to me in the morning and following me. IT IS CREEPY WHEN YOU STAND 10 INCHES AWAY FROM ME! And you did it all morning so buzz off.
Sincerely
Me |
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[Nov. 10th, 2009|06:27 pm] |
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Dear Guy In The White SUV Who Attempted To Run Me Over This Morning,
Please.
In the future, do not barrel down the street at 50 mph just to get into a parking lot. A side street, no less. Those speed limit signs? They're not suggestions. I do partially blame myself, because I didn't look behind me to see if a car was going to run me over. But, then again, would you have?
Of course, I think I would've just blown off this entire situation, had you not gone and honked at me while giving me a very dirty look for almost running in front of your car. Your car is not my responsibility. As a pedestrian on the road, I am my main care, and yes, normally I do look out for cars attempting to run me over. However, as you are a driver, you are responsible for your car and to look out for stupid pedestrians, such as myself. It takes me five seconds to cross the entrance to that parking lot. You could have waited. I promise, you would not have died. If you had, I would have been more than happy to pay for your funeral.
I just want to thank you, actually, Guy, because this entire day I have been in a really sour mood and cried several times because you made me feel like absolute shit. I've been blaming myself for the entire day because of the incident - however, I quickly remember that I am not entirely to blame. I really should have flipped you off, earlier, like my mom later suggested to me. I am too nice for such an act, though.
I believe that everyone is generally a good person, except for you, Guy. You do not fit in that list.
Although, this bad situation has not gone without me realizing a positive point. I am now determined to get the city council to put up a sign that says 'Yield to Pedestrians', because I am tired of you and your lackeys attempting to run me over three times a week. It is ridiculous. I secretly hope you all get arrested, or at least heavily fined. As my mom also said earlier, I can't be the only one this has happened too.
What was that, Guy? Get a car? Well, I'm a poor college student you see, I can't afford it. Besides, I don't really want to drive on the road with douchebags, such as yourself. It'd make me look bad as a driver.
Love, Me.
PS. I have angrily glared at White SUV's the rest of the day, hoping that you'd be in it and be able to feel my hatred for you. |
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| To the one who loved and lost, |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|06:44 am] |
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In the early hours of this morning, I write you this letter to tell you that your ideas about the truth and what you think is the truth, have been mixed up entirely so you focus all you anger on me and I become the horrific one. Of course naturally you hide your hand of cards at the poker table so only people see your side of things. Have you forgotten to mention that the person you were obsessed with and told them you loved, was the person I was going out with and still am? So it’s my fault that you have decided mutually to stop speaking to one another you claim. You not very nice about the binary female sex, as if to say certain behaviours make them who they are and that’s why you should dislike them. Oh but if they are like you that makes it okay. What sits you above everyone else that makes you that rose you describe and everyone else apples. Honestly I think you proclaim to be somebody you’re not entirely, put on different shows for selective people. I can see through this facade to win votes. I’m not nasty but I sure don’t let things go when people cross me. Find it hard to. So I’ll be watching you closer then you may realise until my peace of mind is freed. Yours thoughtfully My hand of the poker cards |
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[Nov. 9th, 2009|12:00 pm] |
Dear mosquitos,
It's November. Kindly freeze to death.
Thanks,
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) cactus_rs |
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| T |
[Nov. 9th, 2009|02:09 am] |
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Hey, T.
Did you know I like you? From the moment I saw you instant attraction. No, this isn't a letter to get you into my undies. I would like to get to know you as friends I’m not looking for more. I wish you could make the first move sometimes and say hi. I've said it to you on several occasions and you seem animated when you talk, when you're not walking from one thing to another. I’ve dropped the biggest hint in the hinting book. That I would like to talk to you more and hopefully you haven’t realised that I like you because there is no need to know that. Anyhow the ball is in your court to speak as I’ll speak no more. Yours observantly Curiosity
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[Nov. 8th, 2009|01:11 am] |
Dear G
You were pretty awesome the first two times we talked. Kick ass. But um wth when we web cam-ed for the second time you just SAT AROUND not saying anything and played flash games.
also living in a trailer DOES NOT automatically mean im trailer trash. WTF. Its not like I had a CHOICE or anyone who buys a trailer automatically is 'trailer trash' or whatever. or EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT OWNS ONE is like that wtf. Were you sheltered all your life? sometimes thats all people can afford. Also people can make trailers really nice and pretty.
and yeah FANCY ASS double trailers do EXIST. Just because it has the word trailer doesn't mean it has to be ghetto and nasty.
OMG ARE YOU TRAILER TRASH??!?!?!? AHUUR ugh I wanted to punch you fff rage.
ugh grow up
Love, Me |
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| Somebody's Asking For It |
[Nov. 7th, 2009|01:54 am] |
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Dear World,
If I hear another person say "you'll change your mind when you meet the right person" one more time, that unlucky sod is going to get punched in the head. Repeatedly.
No. I will not change my mind for the "right person." The Right Person does not exist. I'm through with relationships, and that's fucking final. No, I don't care if you "felt the same way" and then "met that person who changed your life."
Nobody is changing my life except me.
I do not need or want someone else to leech my time, money, and empathy like a goddamned bedbug infestation. And that's exactly what a "relationship" is. It's the stupidest crock of bullshit outside of organized religion that humankind ever came up with.
And no, sex isn't worth it, either. I'm even less interested in that than I am in the relationship. Yes, I've tried it. No, I wasn't impressed. In fact, I found it boring. as. hell.
So kindly take your self-righteous optimism and shove it up your ass.
Kthxdieinafire.
Me |
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[Nov. 7th, 2009|04:18 am] |
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Dear People, I've been a watcher and a listener of you for many years. I don't see myself as the next best thing but I like to analyse people and why they do things. Why do we have to have these stages in our lifetime that show a variant of things, one being popularity? We drive a car and that makes us a better person in the world how? We have a job that is useful on a multitude of levels but are we in a job we want or just for the money? Finally, here’s the big grinding teeth lifetime achievement of them all, LOVE, which may lead to marriage and possibly kids. Why do we need to be seen in a relationship to be seen as a success? Achieving the opportunity to grow little ones and make their lives confusing. What would happen if we lived life without those stages? What would happen if people didn't have habits? Would there be anything to observe with much criticism? What if technology suddenly stopped? How would we communicate with each other? Would we go back to older methods or spend most of our time being angry with the technology that didn't work anymore, as if being angry will help it work again. So I ask you all to think about where you are now? What you are doing? What have you achieved? What do you need to achieve? For me, can you break any little habits you may have acquired, i.e. not answering your phone on the bus or train? Not complaining about the traffic or the rain. Not interrupting or overly talking about yourself and think of life as a bigger picture, breaking the mould that exists by not watching such programmes such as X factor or using Facebook so often. Yours lovingly Me |
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[Nov. 5th, 2009|06:21 am] |
Dear Me,
You are strong and smart, and you know this. You know full well you can do this. Don't physch yourself out --your in it to win it. Study as hard as you can and the rest will follow. Breathe. Relax. I love you. Your welcome for the pep talk.
au revoir x |
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| Mom |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|07:50 pm] |
Dear Mom,
Please STOP talking during movies and spoiling things for me! Whenever we watch a crime show or a new movie, you ALWAYS blurt out something that has a critical part to do with the plot. And it wouldn't be so bad if you weren't always right!
You spoiled a major plot element for me for 'Reservoir Dogs', and I have to fight now to spoil something major for you in a movie. But it probably would backfire on me since you'd probably know about the plot twist within the first five seconds of the movie.
Keep your mouth shut someway. Duct tape, your hands, biting your lip, whatever. STOP. TALKING.
Love,
Your Daughter |
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[Nov. 3rd, 2009|02:30 am] |
Dear Deer,
I would rather ruin a good day than make a bad day worse, by blowing up at you because of some internalized shit that I don't deal with and later regret saying. I want to know what I am to you, and YES I know we're not going out.
I don't want some lame ass one word answer; it shouldn't be that difficult to be honest with me.
I want to know why we're "exclusive" friends with benefits, yet you are ashamed to be seen with me, and don't fucking tell me you're not. "It's not like that," will not suffice. I've come to two conclusions:
1) You're ashamed to be seen with me because you worry about what your friends would think. I've been through this before, and I never once should've let that fuckface make me feel bad about who I am.
2) You want to keep your options open as far as other girls.
Personally I think if you're trying to keep your options open, then why are we bothering being "exclusive?" I feel very little if any respect for someone who does shit like that, and I will not exercise any self-control the next time I spend the night with a male friend. It just seems contradictory to me the more I think about it, and it always results in someone being hurt. So even if it's better for safety purposes as far as sex goes, it doesn't really safeguard anyone from getting hurt emotionally and I know that from experience.
In reality, you are probably one of those guys that is always looking for the next best thing and never satisfied with what you have. I am unsure what I want anymore, because I know I'm a terrible girlfriend and I know I only care about myself (which is why I'm bringing this up in the first place)--at the same time, I feel like I'm going out my way doing things for you I wouldn't otherwise do and I feel like you sometimes do things that borderline cross fwb boundaries.
Every time we hang out I have to go get you. You make no effort to change the fact that we always have to hang out at my house, which means I put my relationship with my parents on the line (or lackthereof) by doing what I want to do with you here. I spend my time going to get you, I spend my money on gas, and I LIKE being with you, but I don't want to basically "be" your girlfriend when you won't even act like you know me.
More than that, if you really care about what your friends think THAT MUCH then I'd rather make the decision for you and not see you anymore at all. I'm not in the mood to be some secret friend and be fucked around only to find that X part of my appearance or personality is just too shameful to be associated with. I have no room for people like that in my life, and I have no qualms cutting off all contact if that's how it is. I've fucking been through this before with Leroy and I'm not doing it again. I spent 2.5 years hating myself, thinking I deserved all the crap I put up with because I wasn't good enough for someone else. I think if you're ashamed to openly be friends with someone you don't deserve their friendship at all, and sometimes that is how I feel with you.
I don't expect you to say much at all, and this conversation will probably not end well, but I'd rather say it now than never. If I'm not going to care about this, I need to stop caring before I start to because I don't have time to be hurt by something so petty.
My normal instinct would be to apologize for doing this, but I'm finally realizing that I have no reason to apologize at all for saying how I feel. |
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[Nov. 2nd, 2009|01:54 pm] |
Dear Friend
I may be sad and lonely, though you DONT believe that...
But I'm not going to shut myself off from everyone else, so I can make new friends.
From, Me |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|10:21 pm] |
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Dear Me
NO guys at work like you. NONE of them. they have a life, you dont :]
the end
love me |
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[Nov. 1st, 2009|02:29 pm] |
Dear roomies,
I love you guys.
But seriously, learn to save electricity. That means turning off lights when you're not in the room and turning off the AC when you're gone for more than a couple hours.
I cannot afford to keep paying $100+ a month for utilities, especially when I just lost one of my jobs.
Love,
Me |
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| Chivalry isn't dead, please don't kill it |
[Oct. 29th, 2009|10:14 pm] |
Dear "feminists" (I use the term loosely),
You know what really bugs me? When you scold guys for being polite.
I constantly hear women ranting on about how they're perfectly capable of opening doors for themselves and pulling out their own chairs. No shit, sherlocke! Guys know this too. The point of the gesture is to be polite, not condescending. Just take the freakin compliment.
Please don't kill the last of the gentlemen off. We have far too few in the world as it is.
Mind your manners,
ArtcticMime |
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