Mar 04, 2009 13:49
Dear Life;
Stop screwing with my friends. Seriously. I don't like going to funerals. I don't like hearing about the torment they have to go through. I really, really don't like having to watch them suffer. So, give it a rest, eh? Please.
Dear Credit Card Companies;
No, you may not hike my APR up 90%. No I will not continue using your crappy cards. Yes, I will survive.
Dear Knees;
You suck rocks. We've known this for quite some time now, but last night when the physical therapist actually cringed every time I bent you and he heard the rice kripy sounds y'all make I knew it was bad. So we're going to work on this together. Please don't give up on me yet.
Dear Girl on 22;
I know you didn't mark him into the database. I know this oversight was not on purpose. We all make mistakes, I was merely informing you that when I got a call for him at 2:30 in the afternoon he hadn't been accounted for. This was not a personal attack on you and I was not attempting to make you feel bad about it. Your defensive posturing was not appreciated, and the fact that you complained about my "checking up on you" to admin and got me called on the carpet is just infuriating. . . especially when you call me about not having my people marked every single chance you get. Grow the hell up.
Dear Flist;
Thank you all for being so awesome in general. I really, really appreciate you. ((((((((FLIST)))))))))