Friday, March 21, 2008

Dear Readers Who Don't Post....

Please post a letter to a frustration, trouble, or bad experience you have had recently.

Sincerely,
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Dear online FPS player,
Yes. I am female and I am playing this game with you. Yes, I am hot. Yes, there are other females who also play this game. No, I will not "get back in the kitchen" and make you a sandwich. If you make this request, I will report you to XBox Live.
Furthermore, the other players who kill your character are not "fags" or "niggers."
Also, if you are below the age of 18, no one likes the sound of your voice. You may as well not say anything at all.
Dear Whatever Caused Me to Bite My Lip Just Now,

Was that really necessary? I was just trying to enjoy a hot bowl of Bombay Curry Noodle Soup, which I might add is not even something that requires much chewing. Next time, I hope that things can be better coordinated between my teeth and lips.

Sincerely,
Jordan
dear horrible, windy, cold but painfully sunny first day of "spring," or whatever passes for spring in this sad excuse for a "city,"

fuck you.
Dear Big Bear Mountain,
Just came back from a day of snow.
I would appreciate it if the picnic areas has a place to wash my hands. Yes, I know its in the damn mountain, but I paid the $5 to have the damn park adventure parking pass that "go to upkeep the park", but can you at least give me a place to wipe the dirt of my face considering there are not flushing toilets and I had to pee in a damn 18th century hole in the floor with a toilet on top?! JEEZ!
Dear Big Black Truck,

You are twice the size of my little Toyota. You are scary. I get it. But, REALLY, do you have to pull out from behind me just to cut in front of me? I promise, I'm already scared of you. DON'T TRY TO KILL ME ASSHOLE.

Love and kisses,

Marli
Dear Fact That I Am Soon To Be Unemployed,

This is very nerve-wracking. I have been scouring the CRAP on Craigslist for months now, have applied to some crappy-ass restaurant jobs that I don't even want, met a potential serial-killer in his un-furnished apartment and I still don't have a job! All I'm asking for is some rich family in town to pay me an exorbitant amount of money to clean their home and take care of their kids. They're willing to do that in France... That's it! I'm moving there!

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