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monique_minx
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nopey...i'm aussie - we talk in slang
Please never admit that again. Especially not after such atrocious spelling in a section meant for writing.
I am ashamed for Australia.
Veroe
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Dear my lunatic boss.
When everyone had gone to the christmas party you asked for volunteers to stay behind and work during it, and dumbass me said okey dokey. I understood your reasons. We're in the slow season, and you can't afford to have a stop on production. I understand that.
What I don't understand is why you only asked for enough people to run 6 machines but when it comes to it insist those 4 people (myself included) run 12 machines for you. Did you want chaos to happen? Did you want us running around like the proverbial headless chickens? Did you want a reenactment of that famous episode of I love Lucy where Lucy gets a job at a chocolate factory? Did you want so much product falling onto the floor, being spoiled-useless? Did you want one of the machines to catch on fire (you're welcome for me putting it out and saving you from repairing an expensive peice of machinery)?
You certainly didn't act like you did. But if that is the case, then I really don't understand what you did want from us. It would've been hard enough for the 4 of us keeping up with 6 machines much less double that. You're not new. You knew that as well as we did. So, I don't understand why you did what you did.
I can only conclude that you've finally become certifiably FUCKING NUTS!!!!!
Sincerely your very tired hard-working employee
Veroe.
When everyone had gone to the christmas party you asked for volunteers to stay behind and work during it, and dumbass me said okey dokey. I understood your reasons. We're in the slow season, and you can't afford to have a stop on production. I understand that.
What I don't understand is why you only asked for enough people to run 6 machines but when it comes to it insist those 4 people (myself included) run 12 machines for you. Did you want chaos to happen? Did you want us running around like the proverbial headless chickens? Did you want a reenactment of that famous episode of I love Lucy where Lucy gets a job at a chocolate factory? Did you want so much product falling onto the floor, being spoiled-useless? Did you want one of the machines to catch on fire (you're welcome for me putting it out and saving you from repairing an expensive peice of machinery)?
You certainly didn't act like you did. But if that is the case, then I really don't understand what you did want from us. It would've been hard enough for the 4 of us keeping up with 6 machines much less double that. You're not new. You knew that as well as we did. So, I don't understand why you did what you did.
I can only conclude that you've finally become certifiably FUCKING NUTS!!!!!
Sincerely your very tired hard-working employee
Veroe.
zydrate
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Dear Cough,
I hate you. I truly do. I'm tired of being doped up on meds just to make you go away.
I'm tired of cough drops.
I'm tired of being short of breath after I cough.
If you want to kill me, please do it quickly and quit dragging it out.
Just go away.
Love,
Zy
I hate you. I truly do. I'm tired of being doped up on meds just to make you go away.
I'm tired of cough drops.
I'm tired of being short of breath after I cough.
If you want to kill me, please do it quickly and quit dragging it out.
Just go away.
Love,
Zy
zydrate
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giggles Thanks!!
Veroe
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BRIGHTWELL
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to my heros.
You stand in the parapets looking out at the indecencies of man. You walk the wall seperating me from my enemies. In the harshest light to the gloom of night, you are there. You stand vigilant, you stand tall, you stand ready. I salute you and all that you do. Though I do not stand with you, know you do not stand alone. Fore I am with you in spirit. So shake off the cold, march onward to the ever rising sun and let its warmth fill you with hope. For the day will come when you can climb down from your watch and find time for peace and joy in what life has to offer, even to my heros on that wall.
You stand in the parapets looking out at the indecencies of man. You walk the wall seperating me from my enemies. In the harshest light to the gloom of night, you are there. You stand vigilant, you stand tall, you stand ready. I salute you and all that you do. Though I do not stand with you, know you do not stand alone. Fore I am with you in spirit. So shake off the cold, march onward to the ever rising sun and let its warmth fill you with hope. For the day will come when you can climb down from your watch and find time for peace and joy in what life has to offer, even to my heros on that wall.
monique_minx
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Dear X,
I was totally NOT a wreck without you. The implication is absurd and I don't care what you're not buying, it's utterly true that I was never a....
Oh fuck it.
All this denial is exhaustive.
I so was.
I missed you like crazy, I love you like I can't breathe and when I think of you, I melt and lose all control of my senses. I need you. Okay? I fucking need you. I crave you, I want you, you're everything and I'm hardly anything with you but I'm oblivion without you.
When you're not around, you're all I can think about. When you are around, I wanna know what you're thinking about. I'm not brave, not strong, not sensible. I'm stupid, cowardly, scared to fucking death of how much power you have over me...and you don't even know it. I will show you this and you still won't know it...I fall all over myself for you, for your love and approval...for you.
Love,
A girl who's just a fool for you.
I was totally NOT a wreck without you. The implication is absurd and I don't care what you're not buying, it's utterly true that I was never a....
Oh fuck it.
All this denial is exhaustive.
I so was.
I missed you like crazy, I love you like I can't breathe and when I think of you, I melt and lose all control of my senses. I need you. Okay? I fucking need you. I crave you, I want you, you're everything and I'm hardly anything with you but I'm oblivion without you.
When you're not around, you're all I can think about. When you are around, I wanna know what you're thinking about. I'm not brave, not strong, not sensible. I'm stupid, cowardly, scared to fucking death of how much power you have over me...and you don't even know it. I will show you this and you still won't know it...I fall all over myself for you, for your love and approval...for you.
Love,
A girl who's just a fool for you.
V
Vail_Indigo
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To My Friends, Whom I Have Sold Too Short Too Many Times,
There have been times when I thought that if my Mom was gone, and I had tons of money, and no girlfriend...I could go back to old, destructive behaviors. I would be alone, and free to do anything I wanted to.
That came to mind today.
And not a heartbeat later, I completely tossed the very idea aside as bullshit.
The way you gathered around me these past months, the way you stepped to my side without question, without a moment's pause, without me asking, has finally taught me that I am, quite simply, never alone. And that going back to who I used to be would hurt you far more than I ever thought. I am a selfish person, but I refuse to be that selfish again.
There is nothing in this world I look forward to more than finally getting home and being the friend to you all that I know I can be, the friend you deserve. I owe you all the very best of me.
I love you and I will be home soon,
me
There have been times when I thought that if my Mom was gone, and I had tons of money, and no girlfriend...I could go back to old, destructive behaviors. I would be alone, and free to do anything I wanted to.
That came to mind today.
And not a heartbeat later, I completely tossed the very idea aside as bullshit.
The way you gathered around me these past months, the way you stepped to my side without question, without a moment's pause, without me asking, has finally taught me that I am, quite simply, never alone. And that going back to who I used to be would hurt you far more than I ever thought. I am a selfish person, but I refuse to be that selfish again.
There is nothing in this world I look forward to more than finally getting home and being the friend to you all that I know I can be, the friend you deserve. I owe you all the very best of me.
I love you and I will be home soon,
me
Hikari
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Dear Disney,
Why did you lie to me all those years ago? I was five and thought the little mermaid was a story of achieving unattainable love, but instead the original gave me nightmares of tongue slicing and the death of my favorite heroine. I was devastated. Maybe if you'd add a little more reality to your films like you used to, the shock won't be as bad for kids. It's a story that I only as an adult appreciate. The version I appreciate most is the one where she dies. It's a better fate I think. She loves a man that doesn't notice her love and then he marries some other girl instead and fucks her. The mermaid suffers bitter agony just from walking everyday and the prince's marriage causes her gentle heart to break, but still when made to choose she chooses love and compassion over an empty life. She sacrifices everything so that the man she loves can have a chance at the love she would never have. Also fuck you guys for that Ashley Tisdale music video on the platinum edition of your DVD! No one will care or know who she is by the time I have kids. You should know better. You guys used to get big names for music on your movies. Celine Dion was on the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. I don't even like her music, but she's good at what she does, making sentimental music for hopeless romantics. We're still hearing about her. You had Christina Agulera for mulan. Jesus fucking christ! Also while we're at it, about those young pop singers you finance. It's time to cut that shit out. You're polluting the air waves with purity ring wearing ear rape. It's not worth it. Focus on making good music and not music that makes parents feel safer. Cause your way is failing horribly. Have you seen Miley Cyrus? She looks like a god damn slut these days and she was dating 20 something guys as a minor! Is that an acceptable trade off for shitty music? Making teens pretend to not act like teens and cause scandals in the process?You used to be cool and edgy, but you let conservatives whack you in the head too many times with their bibles. Pick your god damn balls up. Art isn't safe!
Your pissed off fan,
Hikari
Why did you lie to me all those years ago? I was five and thought the little mermaid was a story of achieving unattainable love, but instead the original gave me nightmares of tongue slicing and the death of my favorite heroine. I was devastated. Maybe if you'd add a little more reality to your films like you used to, the shock won't be as bad for kids. It's a story that I only as an adult appreciate. The version I appreciate most is the one where she dies. It's a better fate I think. She loves a man that doesn't notice her love and then he marries some other girl instead and fucks her. The mermaid suffers bitter agony just from walking everyday and the prince's marriage causes her gentle heart to break, but still when made to choose she chooses love and compassion over an empty life. She sacrifices everything so that the man she loves can have a chance at the love she would never have. Also fuck you guys for that Ashley Tisdale music video on the platinum edition of your DVD! No one will care or know who she is by the time I have kids. You should know better. You guys used to get big names for music on your movies. Celine Dion was on the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack. I don't even like her music, but she's good at what she does, making sentimental music for hopeless romantics. We're still hearing about her. You had Christina Agulera for mulan. Jesus fucking christ! Also while we're at it, about those young pop singers you finance. It's time to cut that shit out. You're polluting the air waves with purity ring wearing ear rape. It's not worth it. Focus on making good music and not music that makes parents feel safer. Cause your way is failing horribly. Have you seen Miley Cyrus? She looks like a god damn slut these days and she was dating 20 something guys as a minor! Is that an acceptable trade off for shitty music? Making teens pretend to not act like teens and cause scandals in the process?You used to be cool and edgy, but you let conservatives whack you in the head too many times with their bibles. Pick your god damn balls up. Art isn't safe!
Your pissed off fan,
Hikari
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Vail_Indigo
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Someone asked me to send them my presence.
This open letter will have to do:
Morning is a strange thing for me. Often a mix of defeat and resignation that my brain is on, is going, and there's no turning it off. Plans, schemes, scenes, words and images.
And so I'm up, and in the shower before I can have another thought. Hot water on skin and soap and the pulsating rhythm and some mornings I can do noting but surrender to it and let it have its way with me until I'm on the floor of the tub like a girl in a bad porno but so very...content...and ready for my day.
Other times, its a private, sensual thing of warmth and my hair and simple touches.
My shower is the gift I give myself in the morning.
Dressing is complex. I have roles I must play for others. Places I have to make for myself in the world and that means I have to sometimes look the part. I have to radiate an attitude, or confidence. Sometimes I have to be sweet, sometimes small. Sometimes I just have to express something of myself, for my own purposes.
I can stand there, sometimes in the heels I absolutely must have on this day, and stare at my closet until my picture emerges and I know who i am today.
What I am.
I know I am lucky in that my job is wonderful. And I never forget that. I will find myself twisted in knots, but a moment later I remember that this is what i do, this is where I want to be right now. I may be in an endless meeting, but I'll find joy in the slender neck of the PM, and a shared smile. I'll hear a snippet of something or another, and will find a way to explore that, to make an impact. I free associate, I randomize, I look for trouble.
I am insanely lucky and I know it.
Home again, and I'm learning now to deal with being along in the house. Silly things, like making sure I eat the moment I get home, for fear of the dreaded 'blood sugar crash' which can send my mood into dark places. I am tied to my body, an expression of it.
It is still lonely at times.
And I am still learning.
And I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and people are waiting for me, and this time, I can let them love me and it makes me smile, and it gets me through another day.
In bed, I'm fucking, hard and violently.
In bed, I'm making love to myself, taking my time until I'm glistening with sweat.
Either way, I end my day with my thoughts racing, images and ideas, and I let them dance until its dark in my eyes.
This open letter will have to do:
Morning is a strange thing for me. Often a mix of defeat and resignation that my brain is on, is going, and there's no turning it off. Plans, schemes, scenes, words and images.
And so I'm up, and in the shower before I can have another thought. Hot water on skin and soap and the pulsating rhythm and some mornings I can do noting but surrender to it and let it have its way with me until I'm on the floor of the tub like a girl in a bad porno but so very...content...and ready for my day.
Other times, its a private, sensual thing of warmth and my hair and simple touches.
My shower is the gift I give myself in the morning.
Dressing is complex. I have roles I must play for others. Places I have to make for myself in the world and that means I have to sometimes look the part. I have to radiate an attitude, or confidence. Sometimes I have to be sweet, sometimes small. Sometimes I just have to express something of myself, for my own purposes.
I can stand there, sometimes in the heels I absolutely must have on this day, and stare at my closet until my picture emerges and I know who i am today.
What I am.
I know I am lucky in that my job is wonderful. And I never forget that. I will find myself twisted in knots, but a moment later I remember that this is what i do, this is where I want to be right now. I may be in an endless meeting, but I'll find joy in the slender neck of the PM, and a shared smile. I'll hear a snippet of something or another, and will find a way to explore that, to make an impact. I free associate, I randomize, I look for trouble.
I am insanely lucky and I know it.
Home again, and I'm learning now to deal with being along in the house. Silly things, like making sure I eat the moment I get home, for fear of the dreaded 'blood sugar crash' which can send my mood into dark places. I am tied to my body, an expression of it.
It is still lonely at times.
And I am still learning.
And I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel and people are waiting for me, and this time, I can let them love me and it makes me smile, and it gets me through another day.
In bed, I'm fucking, hard and violently.
In bed, I'm making love to myself, taking my time until I'm glistening with sweat.
Either way, I end my day with my thoughts racing, images and ideas, and I let them dance until its dark in my eyes.
Ausus_girl13
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Dear fucking assholes who are ruining my fucking week,
Please let it die. Please. I am fucking begging you. LET THIS SHIT DIE. Since I have the attention span of a fucking gnat, I was over it ten minutes into your your agonizing "the world will end if I don't get my way" rant. I have asked for peace. I feel like Obama dealing with the republicans, will you shut up if I give you a fucking tax break or a cookie? You're assholes, and you're ugly, and NO ONE really wants to deal with your asses. Especially me. I don't care who you fuck or how you fuck them, your ass does not need to be pulling any bitches hair in a fucking public place, deal with it, grow up, I ain't stepping on your fucking rights! Besides, that bitch you were trying tease doesn't want you, plus I already hit it. So there. I win and that's why I am the leader and you're not.
Also this stupid "I am going to leave" shit is past old. Leave. Please. Dear lord, grow up and do it. Here's the deal. I am going to let this die. But if you keep making threats about leaving I am just going to make you look like the selfish spoiled fucking brat that you are. You aren't getting shit from me. It's cute though that you think you are. You aren't.
Also could you stop fucking trying to yell at me and hit on me at the same time? It REALLY lowers your street cred. No. I won't have one on one time with you. No. I won't get together to heal this. I listened to you yell, watched you cry, stood there while your champion nearly spit in my face and didn't raise my voice. All in the name of respect. So no. I won't be working one on one to heal these "wounds".
OH. And FUCK no I won't give you preferential treatment because you're an abuse survivor. Sorry. I don't hand out pity victim cards. Cause I am one too bitch. It's called friends, it's called therapy- INVEST. Shit, bitch at least your abuser's are dead.
In ending, I'd like to again reiterate- fucking shut up.
Thank you.
Aus.
Please let it die. Please. I am fucking begging you. LET THIS SHIT DIE. Since I have the attention span of a fucking gnat, I was over it ten minutes into your your agonizing "the world will end if I don't get my way" rant. I have asked for peace. I feel like Obama dealing with the republicans, will you shut up if I give you a fucking tax break or a cookie? You're assholes, and you're ugly, and NO ONE really wants to deal with your asses. Especially me. I don't care who you fuck or how you fuck them, your ass does not need to be pulling any bitches hair in a fucking public place, deal with it, grow up, I ain't stepping on your fucking rights! Besides, that bitch you were trying tease doesn't want you, plus I already hit it. So there. I win and that's why I am the leader and you're not.
Also this stupid "I am going to leave" shit is past old. Leave. Please. Dear lord, grow up and do it. Here's the deal. I am going to let this die. But if you keep making threats about leaving I am just going to make you look like the selfish spoiled fucking brat that you are. You aren't getting shit from me. It's cute though that you think you are. You aren't.
Also could you stop fucking trying to yell at me and hit on me at the same time? It REALLY lowers your street cred. No. I won't have one on one time with you. No. I won't get together to heal this. I listened to you yell, watched you cry, stood there while your champion nearly spit in my face and didn't raise my voice. All in the name of respect. So no. I won't be working one on one to heal these "wounds".
OH. And FUCK no I won't give you preferential treatment because you're an abuse survivor. Sorry. I don't hand out pity victim cards. Cause I am one too bitch. It's called friends, it's called therapy- INVEST. Shit, bitch at least your abuser's are dead.
In ending, I'd like to again reiterate- fucking shut up.
Thank you.
Aus.
SoulWeaver
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Your teasing unattainability just went up a notch. Please, no Mass Effect 3 teasing.
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Vail_Indigo
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I can not promise to control myself until I have it.
I CAN HAZ MAZZ EFEKT THREE PLEEZ?
SoulWeaver
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zydrate
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To Whom It May Concern:
I'm not happy about something, but I have accepted it.
I've thought a lot about this over the past few weeks. And as childish as it may seem, perhaps even odd to some, but I don't think I'll ever be claimed by anyone on this forum.
Yes, I still get jealous when I see others 'belonging' to another. It bugs the hell out of me and gets me thinking, OK, no one wants me....no big deal.
Well, it is a big deal.
At least it is to me.
I'm pathetic, I know.
Oh well, like I said I've accepted it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
I'm not happy about something, but I have accepted it.
I've thought a lot about this over the past few weeks. And as childish as it may seem, perhaps even odd to some, but I don't think I'll ever be claimed by anyone on this forum.
Yes, I still get jealous when I see others 'belonging' to another. It bugs the hell out of me and gets me thinking, OK, no one wants me....no big deal.
Well, it is a big deal.
At least it is to me.
I'm pathetic, I know.
Oh well, like I said I've accepted it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
monique_minx
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Annisthyrienne
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Aww, nobody should have to be alone on Christmas. This is the perfect time of year to belong to whomever you wish, Zy. Simply tie a red velvet bow around yourself and wait under the Christmas tree of the one you'd like to belong to. When they discover you there, they'll have so much fun unwrapping you and playing with you. I know I would. You might be the best thing they get this year!
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Ausus_girl13
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Dear Zy,
You see, I've watched you this many long months, and I have come to the inevitable conclusion, that you belong to no one and everyone.
You see, I truly think that there are a few of us who truly are fixtures to the lounge, you are. And as such, I put forth that you are the Lounge Slut, Toy, and fuckdoll, you have been collared and bound to this space that we all love.
Kisses,
Aus
You see, I've watched you this many long months, and I have come to the inevitable conclusion, that you belong to no one and everyone.
You see, I truly think that there are a few of us who truly are fixtures to the lounge, you are. And as such, I put forth that you are the Lounge Slut, Toy, and fuckdoll, you have been collared and bound to this space that we all love.
Kisses,
Aus
Ausus_girl13
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You had better be being nice Mr. Snarky pants.
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