Dear Doctor Who fans of the internet:

I'm sorry. Since I have just gotten in to Doctor Who and the laws of the universe state that the minute I like something, it has to be somehow ruined, I can only conclude that this is somehow my fault.

I am going to beat myself with a wet noodle and perhaps pay off phiremangston and/or duchessdollydot to stalk David Tennant and beg him ( Read more... )

Dear Parents:

DO NOT send me your children to baby-sit under the guise of her visiting my sister who is a "friend". If you do this, please send a twenty dollar bill USD or a personal check to me for the same amount pinned to her shirt.

KTHX4NUTTINBAI,
Liz

Dear Men's Corner,

What kind of bloody tuxedo shoppe are you if you are not open on prom day? That's what I want to fucking know.

No love,

Liz

Happy birthday to the lovely alphariza. ::loffs up::

Dear Liz,

When it is a weapon, it is spelled "cannon," not "canon." Thank you.

Love, Liz

Hotmail SUCKS. What places give me more space?

On a completely separate note:

Faith,
Ric sucks. I could call him all kinds of names, but basically what they funnel down to is l0ser. As much as this makes me feel icky to say, you are too good for him. Pick up your pretty little handbag and get a move on.
Love,
Me

1. Katie, Stephanie, and I are trying to figure out where the Hell we're going to go to eat. We decided that it must be:

-Cheap.
-Clean.
-No Mexican food.
-And no Happy Joe's.
Which means we have to go to Davenport. Which means that there is going to be more choice than we know what to do with. My suggestions of McDonalds, Panera Bread, and the Hy- ( Read more... )

To the Marcus and Oliver that live in my head:

Get. Out. Of. The. Fishnet. Stockings.

<3,
Me

To: George W. Bush ( Read more... )

Dear Self:

Mrs. Robinson is NOT a Harry Potter-ish song. End of story. Stop trying to turn it into one.

Yours Sincerely,
You