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Dear Weight Watchers,

As far as I'm concerned, you can go f**k yourselves! I'm not coming in, to get weighed, anymore. I'm not very happy with the three of you women, who work at the scales. You treat the rest of your customers, ten times better than you treat me. I've told one of you, that I was learning, after gaining 3 lbs back, last week. I was expecting a chuckle, like you'd give the average, peppy, feminine long-haired female client. All you gave me, was a deadpan, monotone response. Screw you and screw the $80 that could have been spent on something better than the 5-Week Plan. I'm going to be doing your programme on my own, now. I'm also planning on following the old Winning Points ranges. That way, it won't matter, whether I eat the minimum Points, or the maximum Points of whatever my Points range happens to be, right now. The Points Target is designed to make your clients panic, anyways, and than they feel guilty, if they eat your Flex Points. I've lost more weight with O A, in one month, than I can lose with you, in two and a half months. I might choose not to go on a diet, and walk for two hours, each day. I might clean my house, every day, than go to the gym, on the days that I won't be working, if I find a job, soon. I can get one of those Twister plates and move to the music, of my tastes, an hour at a time, three times a day. I don't have to go back to the 60s to enjoy one of those. That's my innocent past, before a betrayal. I can use that, three times a day, for an hour at a time. I can even show my mum the proper way to use it. I don't have to be on a diet, if I don't want. There are other ways around it, while typing my calories, into my computer, to make sure I don't go over the right amount of calories, for me.

Big, Beautiful Sid. :O)

dear family : i hate you all i wish i could move out, i hate my life my whole life, i really really hate it all! i wish i wasent here on this earth. but im stuck with it. i wish my life would get better i wish my family werent so abusive to me, well at least they dont beat me any more, but there still abusive in other ways, i hate the fact i cant move out. i miss my boy friend so much , i dont know when ill see him again becaue he lives so far away. and i hate all the fu;;;n dobble standered everyone seems to have . and i wish people would accept me the way i am . because im just fine how i am. and im sick of pretending to be somthing im not. i just hate most of my life. i want things to get better .

Dear Quizilla,
Whenever someone deletes you account and all their creations are deleted as well,
Would it really kill you to take down the dead links to said creations as well, as not to
piss off anyone who clicks on a dead link and finds nothing there?
Your sincerely, a pissed-off fan.

Dear respectable hardworking upstanding civic-minded good taxpaying citizens,


I don't want or need to earn my right to exist. It's a right, not a privilege. I will not work, go back to school, sit still and shut up, torture myself in any way. I will not get up early, talk when I don't feel like it, eat when I don't feel like it, gfet up at all when I don't feel like it, go somewhere I don't feel like going or do something I don't fel like doing. I don't ever, ever want to be told "Grow up", "Get your act together", "I hope that one day you will grow up and see the light" or any of that condescending, bossy, insulting s**t that basically means "Arbeit macht frei." Back to you. I hope it kills you.

And no, society, I am never going to subject myself to the embarrassment or indignity and shallowness of behavioral therapy, and if it isn't really like that at all, they should change the name. I don't ned to be taken at face value, judged on my achievements rather than what's inside me, or taught to take myself at face value and judge my self-worth on my academic and social achievements rather than what's in my head. What I look like or appear to be isn't even close to all of what I am, and it may not even represent what I am inside in any small way, and I don't want to get brainwashed by anyone into thinking that's all that counts-- what most other people, strangers I might talk to on the street, see.

I don't need your crap to exist. I can save people's leftovers off their plates in restaurants and go to the library to get educated. And don't tell me I could get poisoned. A lot of the time I was getting poised eating low-budget non-dumpster-dived crap, ONCE a day, and a limited amount of it. A lot of it was good, but there was so little of it.


Love from Ana

Dear favorite nerd,

You could have told me earlier that there are things to do so that the legs don't kill me when going uphill. Thanks for your sadism of the last months

Yours,
that tux girl

PS: I'll get my revenge against your macs

To the coffee companies and their hokey commercials:

I've made up my own Folger's commercial.

I wake up in the morning,
From a dream about London
My mum's in the kitchen,
I smell her making Folger's

I have a Cockney accent
I'm also a punker
The aroma of the coffee,
Makes me sick

I get myself a cup
And plug in the kettle
I make myself some tea
And I start the day
In my own way

The worst part of waking up,
Is Folger's in their cups

Sid :O)

Dear Courtney Love,

Thank you for 'Live Through This' and the pain, truth and sadness you shared with your audience. Your lyrics helped myself and millions of teenage girls with no self-esteem realise that we are not alone.

~Nico

Dear Andrew Gross and from Troop 346,


I know that you own a Mac and an iPod, but should you really be ostracising the Windows and non iPod users because of what they have or are you just trying to brag about your Apple fanboyism, iSheep. I will never use those because I play video games on my computer and Wii and I like listening to the radio without having to be a "radio Nazi". You should be ashamed of what you are doing to these peole AND me because this is not how I want to be treated here. Ostracism is BULLYING and your "anti-semitism" towards Windows and non iPod users has to stop because you are not setting an example to new kids like me who use non iPods. How can you also dis the XBOX 360 which is the best console for online gaming and not giving a hoot about the minority who use non iPods. I am writing this to you as a complaint and a rant because I can't tolerate this and will never buy an iPod or Mac because of your attitude and Ostracism towards people like me.

If you can judge a wiseman by the color of his skin, then mister you're a better man than I.

RaceDrv709 A.K.A. YeppBoy

P.S. At least I don't pay for firmware updates unlike you.

Dear Mom,

I'm sorry for losing my patience with you (remorse sets in again) but I really don't think I can trust you, just like all the others, sometimes. You have no idea how alone that makes me feel. You just don't understand.

It frustrating when I look into your eyes and see your main fear at the moment, you think I'm going to kill myself. It's written all over your face. The worry is written all aver your face at times. I can't bear to look at your face during those moments.

I feel guilty because it's always on my mind.

Me. I'm sorry.

Dear Broca's area,

Why do you allow me to speak? There are nonverbal autistics who get along fine communicating by type or sign. They don't have to deal with stammering, the horror of listening to one's own grammatical errors as they tumble out, the swollen-tongue feeling, or the unbearable sensation of being rushed to express one's thoughts during a conversation. I hate talking. I hope I get an aneurism that takes you out but spares the rest.

okay then,
The rest of MissPicky's brain.

Dear mom,

I don't want to go. But I know you'll threaten to stop my pepsi supply if I don't. Damn it.

I told you everything, but you don't believe me. I told you there are mummies after me. I told you there are cameras hidden at home. I told you. You don't believe me. You dismiss me as crazy. Why did I trust you?

Things are swiftly getting out of my control. It's true, a low dose was helping, despite all the unpleasant side effects...but 600mg? No way. I might take 100. No more. What happens if things don't change? And I already told you they won't. The mummies won't stop harassing me. They won't stop spying on me. They're freaks. Move it up to 1000mg? What would that make me?

I told you. I keep telling you but you don't listen. You won't listen.

Now you want me to explain to the pdoc what I've been feeling. What's the point? I've explained everything. I've already said everything I know.

Slightly annoyed me.

To all the people in my life:

Due to circumstances beyond my control, my telepathic assistant has resigned.
In future all complaints are to be sent to me directly.

Thanks, Management.

(I totally have to get a shirt made up that says that!)

Dear World,
Why do u pick on me wherever I go. I had no friends and was picked on for 16 years, i had stones thrown at me and still get stones, glass bottles etc thrown at me when I go out. Now i have maybe a few friends but they all live so far away they might as well not be. I feel so alone and my family don't help. I get up and get nagged to do something or shouted at for something I did wrong. Then I go out and get stones thrown at me. Then when i get back i get told to go out and get a job. i do and get stones thrown at me again. My mother killed herself two years ago when i was 15, Burnt herself to death in a car, and i have been tempted to do the same. My Evil f*****g stepmother and stepbrother and my brother all hate me and want me to leave, and my dad when he is at home shouts at me because my stepmother lies to him. In high school all i wanted was a few friends to talk to but when i got picked on, i retaliated and was suspended 5 times. The girls used to pretend to like me then told me they hated me to make me depressed. I am so close to killing myself that i might just do it after i post this. So sorry if it is a bit early but it is the end. Sorry Clockworkz. Sorry QBC. You expect too much from me. I ask for help and get someone with no experience of the problems and feelings.

I have pages and pages of unsent letters. Like, REALLY BRUTAL ones, to nearly every one of my family members and some of my old friends, which I won't share with you, but I'll write down another one that I wish I could send, but can't.

Dear K, K, and M,

The kids had a sh*tty time at your house last weekend. Thought I'd let you know, since you ignored the tears when we came back home from the beach. I was sure that you were going to treat them to a weekend they wouldn't forget while we were gone. Well, you did, in all the wrong ways.

Even though you cleaned it, K was still really upset that the cat vomited on her sleeping bag, and worst of all, her Chatot! She hasn't played with it since.

The other K was totally distressed about stepping in warm cat vomit barefooted. He talked about it for at least 2 days after, and told other people. How's that for keeping up your appearances?

Your old, crippled dog urinated on A's homework folder, you know, the one he has to take to and from school everyday, in front of other kids, and give to his teacher. When you said, "It should be okay now. It's dry." I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, "WELL IT STILL DOG P*SS, IT'S STILL STAINED, IT STILL STINKS, AND IT'S F*CKING UNSANITARY, YOU SICKO! WAY TO MAKE THINGS AWKWARD FOR HIM AT SCHOOL!" A feels better since I replaced it, but he really felt violated.

Get your d*mned cats a new diet, and quit being selfish and put that 17-year-old, blind, arthritic yipper to sleep. Also, rip up every scrap of carpet, padding, and the floor underneath and replace it. It sucks when we have to sit on the floor and can barely get up because our *sses are stuck to the carpet from old pet urine and sh*t. Please and thanks.

Your loving daughter-in-law,
A

You know, on one hand, I would feel like crap if they found this, my username is relatively original, but on the other hand, I almost want them to find it.

/passive-aggressive.

Dear parents,


I don't respect you one bit. I don't respect anyone who pecks down at the next person instead of pecking back at the people that pecked you, because you are cowards who contributed to the pecking order and still continue to contribute to it. Mommy Dearest, you treat your mother with more respect than you treat me, even though she was the one who wouldn't believe you when you told her your stepfather was f*****g with you. Daddy dearest, same thing. It's like sometimes you wanted me to empathize with you when your father insulted and yelled at you. Stupid cowards.