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You astound me. If it were not for chance and chaos rubbing elbows, then perhaps I would not know of the folly to which you've now set your course. This is something we talked about at length during the years we were together - yet you choose, with full knowledge, to try and conceive a child now with the latest escape - one which has a 50% chance of a fatal condition and an overall 75% chance of being dramatically and destructively affected by the ramifications of both respective issues. And it's strange - it's not that you now suddenly want children that upsets... having more kids hasn't been in my future for some time, and decidedly so since then. But it is the selfishness, the absolute lack of consideration and care for your progeny, that you knowingly choose to do this... never before have I been so thankful that you are out of my life.


M.

Emos are annoying. I used to be one, what a mistake what was.

Dear idiot charter school admin: I received your report that a Dell Vostro computer in room 1 had some problems. This is one of a batch of machines you bought over the summer, and surprised us with when we went in to do maintenance. You ordered it without consulting us, and without the proper operating system version to allow us to integrate it with your network. About a month ago and a half ago, you asked me to reset the password on it, which requires a special disc since it is not on the network. I feel I should make a few of my discoveries with this system known to you:

Visit 1: Because this system is running Windows Vista, I needed a different version of my standard reset disc that I do not normally carry with me.

Visit 2: This system uses proprietary non-standard hardware, that actually CRASHED my reset disc when I tried to reset the password. Took the disk with me for reset at home on a standard system.

At home: Used my personal system to reset the password on your drive.

Visit 3: Discovered the system will not boot after the password reset, and is acting as if the drive is corrupted. Cloned the drive from a working computer. System still failed to boot, and the previously working computer would not boot with that disk in it, even if not set as the boot drive. Took the drive home to run diagnostics on it.

At home: Diagnostics come back clean. The drive is good. Deduce that the proprietary piece of crap Dell must be writing a tamper bit to the hard drive, so that if any other machine ever writes to that drive, the original machine refuses to read the drive. Nuke the drive.

Visit 4: Show up with the drive and a Windows Vista install disc. Do a clean Vista install using that machine and only that machine. It works.

(1) I had to make 4 trips out there, at 45 miles each way, for a grand total of 360 miles traveled for this one machine.

(2) Had you consulted us before ordering those machines, we would have directed you to some more capable machines that cost less money and would have served your needs far better.

(3) At $17 an hour, billing for travel as well, with a 2-hour minimum, your simple "password reset" just got very expensive.

Maybe in the future you will actually consult your IT specialists before ordering a large batch of expensive computers, computers that just got a whole lot more expensive considering the time and effort expended? We're the specialists. I think we know what you need a lot more than you.

Oh, and by the way, how about changing your air filters once in a while? Your computers are disgusting when I go to clean them out, you cheap bastards.

Father,

From yesterday morning:

First, let us work out who you were referring to. You can't be referring to my brothers and I, since all three of us are decent people. The same for my mother. It would be ridiculous to refer to the dog in that way, since she is lovely.
Therefore, that leaves one person: you.
I totally agree with your statement. You should support yourself. You should leave this house that was paid for with my mother's money. You should do all of your own work instead of relying on my mother to do most of it. You should do your own housework and yardwork. You should do all this as soon as you can and get the hell out of my life.

I am going to make everyone abandon you on your deathbed.


- Rachel -

Dear you,

Yes! You there, reading this! Don't act all surprised...

I hope you'll have a wonderfully awesome day today. I hope you'll at least smile once, whether it's about this little short note here, the sunlight, or a happy thought. I hope you'll smile big and feel happy, even if for just a moment.

Me



*hug* ^^

Dear Bell (my sister),

I have had enough of your obsessive, controlling behaviour! The world does NOT revolve around you and I will no longer be your obedient little servant, I am an adult and do not need you to make decisions for me as to where I shall live, what I shall eat, what MY money will be used for, and who I can hang out with. I will NOT get rid of my 'horrible little rat' (which is a mouse btw) and you cannot make me, he is MY pet, not yours! I do have other choices as to where to live including the awesome and cute apartment with Jenna, who loves animals and would love to have Baby live there too! A loft DOES make an awesome bedroom and you cannot change my mind.
If you want to have a calm discussion about how we can live together I am willing to hear it but yelling at me will make me hang up on you again.

-Lil

Dear Gothlark/Brett, (really close friend on another forum I have known for 4 years or so)

I always thought you were a great guy when I met you, but in the last year, (or should I say last year that we have even spoken) You have hid your older self from me and become something different (probably wishing we could pretend the former years did not exist). I used to consider you my best friend even though we only talked online. I looked up to you very much for your lucid dreaming abilities and attitude. Perhaps you were never the guy I thought you were. I'm not embarrassed to say that I gravitated towards you because of your lucid dreaming ability, that was something that we had in common. I'm sorry that I'm not interested in your guitar playing and 3d art. (The reason I liked listening and watching you play guitar on cam was because I always wanted to see my friend for who he is in real life, not that you weren't a good guitar player.)

I now believe you lied to me for years, you were never a master of lucid dreaming, you kept feeding me your pseudoscientific claims, thinking that I was a member of the average stock persons that believe in such things. You never proved to me that shared dreaming was real, you kept telling me that you would try, but you never did. And when I tricked you you fell right into the trap, it may have not been the best one (but perhaps for the better since it was well disguised), but it's 90% probable that you were tricked.

I'm sorry that your emotionally unstable, I genuinely am, we are a slave to our emotions, and we always will be. I know what it feels like to be trapped, maybe not as badly as you.

Your secret is always safe with me, your friend,

~LDGod



Yes lucid dreaming is scientifically proven true, and I've done it, so don't read it and think I'm psycho . I'm referring to his psychic like abilities he claimed to have along with it in this letter.

... tell me that you love me more

Dear Children,

STOP SCREAMING!! ! YOU CAN HAVE FUN WITHOUT SCREAMING, YOUR BURNING MY EARS!! !
I don't hate you guys, just don't scream, only if your in trouble!

Love,
Nicole Maire

*sympathises*

Screaming hurts.

dear V******
We have known each other for a long time, i've always known that you were from another planet too, i just hoped that your planet were near mine, while it's billion light-years away. But it doesnt matter. I would just like you to know that if i will ever be happy, it will be mostly because of you. I needed to be you friend when i was not able to love, and now that i'm able, you've already found your way, and you look so happy that i can only be happy for you. You don't know, but at the moment your friendship is, for me, the only difference between living and surviving. It's the proof that i can feel human warm too. Thank you for all the details you think i miss, for your trust, well, just thank you.

Im sorry for being a personal "annoyance" to society. Yes I come from a family that can financially provide for me and my expensive mental needs. Life really is "painful", so why dont you think of putting an end to it, i'd do me a huge favor.

Dear C*****,

I need you to understand, you must know, you must comprehend. It is not possible for you to understand, for I do not have words with which to explain. I provide no indication, it is not possible for you to know. You are so important to me, and I ache from the need to explain, to have you comprehend. As a child of nine, when we met, it was much the same. I understood you, and you understood me better than anyone else. But the one thing I truly need you to understand, you cannot.

Me

Dear Boss At My Place Of Work,

Thank you so much for cutting my working hours, thus reducing my weekly pay from €117 plus tips to a measly €36.

Thank you for taking away the bar shift I enjoyed so much it made me happy to go to work.

Thank you for replacing it with a shift in the carvery on the busiest day of the week (Sunday) in which I have to deal with screaming toddlers get under my feet, the parents who don't control them, f**king rude people who take it out on ME if the KITCHEN runs out of their favorite desert, a floor manager who WILL NOT STOP MUMBLING DESPITE ME EXPLAINING MY DEAFNESS and the fact that I have to fight back the urge to scream from all the over-stimulation.

Thank you for taking me having a drink AFTER MY SHIFT with my now boyfriend as FLIRTING WITH A CUSTOMER and ignoring my explaination as so in favor of yelling at me in a counter-productive manner.

Thank you for your f**king stupid policy of not allowing me into the bar on my days off so I catch up with WHAT FEW FRIENDS I HAVE due to a "don't drink/eat where you work" policy.

Thank you for pretending to be nice and understanding when you are actually patronising everything I do.

I hope your heel snaps and you fall flat on your smug little face.

F**k you.

-Shasty

Dear drivers who blinded me with their high beams when I was walking home tonight,

These were extremely well-lit suburban streets that you were driving along. Your high beams were not necessary, dipshits.

- Me

Dear School System

Uniforms are not what you have enacted. What you've done is create an environment where every child spends more time worrying about whether they're wearing the right thing or not. You've put so many rules in place that do nothing more than get kids put in detention who previously have never done a single thing wrong in their life. This zero tolerance uniform without supplying a standardized uniform anyone can wear is just ret*d! I would think it would be much better for the school to purchase a standard uniform for everyone to wear, but you'd never do that, you lying uncaring penny-pinchers. You say this new super-strict dress code is to improve the appearance of the school and create a better learning environment, yet you are lax on teachers. Why do you let teachers wear so much more, if the concern is over distractions in the learning environment?

I do realize that teachers are paid to do their job, but you have been lying to the students, trying your best to come up with the least expensive method of making the students conform. You say it's to reduce the effects of bullying. Bullies WILL find a reason to pick on someone. I know from experience, that clothes are the least of the problem when it comes to bullying. Stop being wusses and just tell us the real reason you want to turn the school into a concentration camp of learning. You don't care about getting us prepared for the future. You care about statistics and money. Weed out the nonconformists with a uniform, send them to ISD all day for a minor offense like a forgotten belt or a woven, almost invisible logo on a shirt.

F*** you, and f*** your uniform code. You don't care about the students. You care about yourself, and your old-style values, you statues of greed and corruption. This is not the 50's, my 60 year old father can tell you that. Values have changed, and the methods of institution have changed. Stop trying to bring back systems that were taken away for a reason.

Also, one last note. Why the hell are there pop machines next to the cafeteria if they're barred off and against the rules to use, and against the rules to leave the cafeteria during lunch? Sounds like somebody pulled a stupid on that one.

Sincerely,
Danny