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Dear Princess Pretty Paws,

So you won't eat the, more than £4 a box, sachet of yummy meaty goodness I've put in your dish because it's been out more than half an hour, but devour that big fly you just caught with such relish that a wing is still sticking to your whiskers?

Sincerely giving up on trying to find something you'll eat

Me:cool:
 
Dear X,

Think what you want, you've been wrong before, and you are now. Perspective is a good thing, you ought to try it.

~Seeing the light myself
 
Dear X,

I still need you. You are my one true love, my everything, and the one person I want to spend my life with... and I know deep down you have feelings for me too, but I just wish you could return my love.

I want to share everything with you. I can't go without you, and being good friends just isn't enough when we really should be soul mates.

Frustratedly,

A/L x
 
Dear H,

I remember you saying "Please, don't be a last minute student".

Then.. why are you being a last minute tutor, huh? :mad:


Love,

Me.
 
Dear Toolbag,

Shall I tell you what my day consists of? Really? You dare to call me lazy and wonder why I can't rush to grab my phone when you deign to call me? Really? Let's review, shall we?

Oh yeah, I'm a mom, you know those two cute small humans that live in my house? The ones I have to feed, clothe and raise to be great larger humans, they take up a lot of time. That whole "I'm tired so I fell asleep at 10 last night" thing isn't an excuse to not talk to you although now I'm glad for it. I am up by 4:30, have my kids up by 5 and we are all on the road by 5:15. I drop them off, go to work where I work my large tail off until I look up at the clock and realize that it's 5 and I have to hit the gym or miss my window.

Then it's home to my kids where I make a good dinner that we all enjoy to be followed by homework. Lots of homework. These 3rd and 1st graders bring home a shit ton of it. This is all topped off with either a board game, a Wii game or a card game. Then baths, reading and duct taping them to bed. Then it's laundry, dishes, taking care of the felines that own me and maybe MAYBE I find some time to answer the phone, return a few texts. yes, I post here throughout the night, no I don't sit here staring at my screen.

Oh, did I mention the stuff I do to get ready for the next day? The research on new products, the returning of emails, the brainstorming of new ideas? How about the classes and the training programs I'm doing for my Leaders group? No? That doesn't count as things I do?

Geezus, I'm tired now just typing this and you're still a tool.

signed,
That lazy girl who just doesn't want to answer your phone call because I'm posting on Lit. aka suck my big white ass.
 
Dear Toolbag,

Shall I tell you what my day consists of? Really? You dare to call me lazy and wonder why I can't rush to grab my phone when you deign to call me? Really? Let's review, shall we?

Oh yeah, I'm a mom, you know those two cute small humans that live in my house? The ones I have to feed, clothe and raise to be great larger humans, they take up a lot of time. That whole "I'm tired so I fell asleep at 10 last night" thing isn't an excuse to not talk to you although now I'm glad for it. I am up by 4:30, have my kids up by 5 and we are all on the road by 5:15. I drop them off, go to work where I work my large tail off until I look up at the clock and realize that it's 5 and I have to hit the gym or miss my window.

Then it's home to my kids where I make a good dinner that we all enjoy to be followed by homework. Lots of homework. These 3rd and 1st graders bring home a shit ton of it. This is all topped off with either a board game, a Wii game or a card game. Then baths, reading and duct taping them to bed. Then it's laundry, dishes, taking care of the felines that own me and maybe MAYBE I find some time to answer the phone, return a few texts. yes, I post here throughout the night, no I don't sit here staring at my screen.

Oh, did I mention the stuff I do to get ready for the next day? The research on new products, the returning of emails, the brainstorming of new ideas? How about the classes and the training programs I'm doing for my Leaders group? No? That doesn't count as things I do?

Geezus, I'm tired now just typing this and you're still a tool.

signed,
That lazy girl who just doesn't want to answer your phone call because I'm posting on Lit. aka suck my big white ass.

Bravo, la mia bella amica!
 
Dear Toolbag,

Shall I tell you what my day consists of? Really? You dare to call me lazy and wonder why I can't rush to grab my phone when you deign to call me? Really? Let's review, shall we?

Oh yeah, I'm a mom, you know those two cute small humans that live in my house? The ones I have to feed, clothe and raise to be great larger humans, they take up a lot of time. That whole "I'm tired so I fell asleep at 10 last night" thing isn't an excuse to not talk to you although now I'm glad for it. I am up by 4:30, have my kids up by 5 and we are all on the road by 5:15. I drop them off, go to work where I work my large tail off until I look up at the clock and realize that it's 5 and I have to hit the gym or miss my window.

Then it's home to my kids where I make a good dinner that we all enjoy to be followed by homework. Lots of homework. These 3rd and 1st graders bring home a shit ton of it. This is all topped off with either a board game, a Wii game or a card game. Then baths, reading and duct taping them to bed. Then it's laundry, dishes, taking care of the felines that own me and maybe MAYBE I find some time to answer the phone, return a few texts. yes, I post here throughout the night, no I don't sit here staring at my screen.

Oh, did I mention the stuff I do to get ready for the next day? The research on new products, the returning of emails, the brainstorming of new ideas? How about the classes and the training programs I'm doing for my Leaders group? No? That doesn't count as things I do?

Geezus, I'm tired now just typing this and you're still a tool.

signed,
That lazy girl who just doesn't want to answer your phone call because I'm posting on Lit. aka suck my big white ass.
Dear Toolbag...

Yeah! What she said! So quit being an ass...

Signed,
Sticking with the Wings
 

Dear Wings,

Did you know that not only am I a certified nude bartending Irish Pirate sex novel author and phone sex operator,but that I also speak a spattering of many languages?

Your ever humble and worthless servant.
 
Dear Wings,

Did you know that not only am I a certified nude bartending Irish Pirate sex novel author and phone sex operator,but that I also speak a spattering of many languages?

Your ever humble and worthless servant.

Dear CNBIPSNAPSO,

I speak a smattering of languages as well and I do appreciate that quality in a man. And you are safe from my manbashing tonight. You are also not worthless (or humble) :D :devil:

:kiss:
 
Dear Wings,

Did you know that not only am I a certified nude bartending Irish Pirate sex novel author and phone sex operator,but that I also speak a spattering of many languages?

Your ever humble and worthless servant.
Hey now.. can you watch that spattering! *wiping my face off* ;)
 
Dear CNBIPSNAPSO,

I speak a smattering of languages as well and I do appreciate that quality in a man. And you are safe from my manbashing tonight. You are also not worthless (or humble) :D :devil:

:kiss:

Dearest Wings,

You made my heart smile. It is the first of the day and I thank you for that.


*bows*
 
Dear self-absorbed and clueless fucktard,

You have some serious balls trying to put me on a guilt trip for "ignoring" you. I'm so sorry that I used to make you feel special, and you miss that. Guess what, I have a full time job and it's NOT you. Further more, *newsflash* the world doesn't revolve around you either, but I doubt you believe that. Yeah, remember when I got in that car accident...and you wanted to know if it was because I got so excited about thinking of you? Um, NO. Really, thanks for not even asking if I was okay. Actually, come to think of it...once I told you it had nothing to do with you, you didn't want to talk about it any more. Think I didn't notice that? I did. Who the hell do you think you are? You obviously don't know me at all. You wonder why I don't want to talk to you....here's a clue: Your whiny, arrogant, self-centered personality drains the energy out of me. Seriously, it's painful and exhausting. Jumping off a bridge sounds like more fun, and less painful. To you, I am a thing not a person, and how fucking dare you treat me as such. "We've" been over for a very long time and YOU need to accept that. I don't think I could make it any clearer. I'm almost sorry for losing your friendship in the process....but when you blatantly told me to put YOU above my little angels....well yeah, that ship sailed. I know you will never see this, and even if you did you wouldn't think it was about you. You know how you always wanted me to tell you how much I wanted to fuck you, well finally here it is....

FUCK OFF.

Signed,

Perfectly happy, now.
 
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