Dear Our-Mama-Didn't-Raise-Us-Right Litsters,
Just because you lose interest in the middle of a conversation doesn't mean it's okay to skip out without saying Goodbye.
I don't care if this is Lit, that's just plain rude and unnecessary.
Have some couth next time, and make your apologies before you go.
Signed, Knock That Shit Off Litster
Aside from attempting to add couth to our language, I completely agree with Honey.Dear Our-Mama-Didn't-Raise-Us-Right Litsters,
Just because you lose interest in the middle of a conversation doesn't mean it's okay to skip out without saying Goodbye.
I don't care if this is Lit, that's just plain rude and unnecessary.
Have some couth next time, and make your apologies before you go.
Signed, Knock That Shit Off Litster
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Aside from attempting to add couth to our language, I completely agree with Honey.
Whether someone loses interest, or someone new and shining comes along or there is an unavoidable interruption, you don't just drop out of the conversation, at least with the first two. When I called someone out for it, his response was...."it's the internet".... That doesn't make it okay to be rude and disrespectful.
In the case of the unavoidable interruption, you might not have time to say that you have to go before you are sprung. It happens. At your earliest convenience, you get back to the person and make your apologies. But a month goes by before you send an apology.... It's very poor form... His apology did not get a response.
A little Litequette lesson, but unlikely to be seen by those who need to learn it.
Dear Ass...erm, Bad Ass Litster,Dear Muley Girl Litster...just a reminder......
On the day the Mule was born
The nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder
At the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up
Said "leave this Mule alone"
She could tell right away
That I was bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts
Before I met the Mulette
I wanna be yours pretty lady
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
I make a rich Mulette beg
I'll make a good Mulette steal
I'll make an old Mulette blush
And make a young Mulette squeal
I wanna be yours pretty Mulette
Yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
And when the Mule walks the streets
Kings and Queens step aside
Every Mulette I meet (even though there's only one....
They all stay satisfied
I wanna tell ya pretty lady
Well Ya see I make my own
I'm here to tell ya honey
That I'm bad to the bone
Your badder than bad ass Mule Litster......
Dear Woeful Aphrodite,
"Monday's child is fair of face,Dear Woeful Aphrodite,
Were you born on a Wednesday?
I don't like hearing that you have been hurt... or speechless. Neither of these fit you...
Don't let the jerks get you down, you are better than they.
Hugging you from here Litster
AMEN to this, sister. I don't care if you DID just cum and don't want to get it all over your keyboard, at least come back and cyber-cuddle with me afterwards. I've had this disappearing act happen with someone who definitely should have known better Litiquette.Aside from attempting to add couth to our language, I completely agree with Honey.
Whether someone loses interest, or someone new and shining comes along or there is an unavoidable interruption, you don't just drop out of the conversation, at least with the first two. When I called someone out for it, his response was...."it's the internet".... That doesn't make it okay to be rude and disrespectful.
In the case of the unavoidable interruption, you might not have time to say that you have to go before you are sprung. It happens. At your earliest convenience, you get back to the person and make your apologies. But a month goes by before you send an apology.... It's very poor form... His apology did not get a response.
A little Litequette lesson, but unlikely to be seen by those who need to learn it.
*big Aunt Jenny hugs for RA* Just remember, Karma is indeed a bitch.
Dear Beautiful Poet,"Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good in every way."
I heard the poem often told
To me by dearest Nana, old
Indeed I am a Wednesday's child
I am not meek, nor am I mild
Nor fair of face if truth be spake
And grace, she left me in her wake
I've loved and lost, both gave and took
And all my wisdom came from books
My work it keeps my children fed
So we give thanks for daily bread
Full of Woe? I won't deny
For without the low there is no high..
Signed,
Waxing poetic
Dear spotted couch Litster,
A little Shout and some elbow grease will probably get that stain out.
You're welcome,
Not minding my own business
