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  • dear RHPG,
    I don't know much about Woodland personally, other than that it's a sort of tiny little town nearish Cumberland, and pretty far off from the bigger cities of MD and VA.

    not very helpfully,
    Setsu

    Dear Toki,
    Thank you!! hugs for paying for my birthday party so I can still have it. I no longer request you bake me a cake, I can handle my own cake since you're paying for my party!

    Love love love,
    Setsu!
    "If looks could really kill, my occupation would be staring" Brand New - I Will Play My Game Beneath The Spin Light

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    • Dear Setsunaela,

      Birthday parties are wonderful! Yay for parties.

      Happily,
      Rummy

      -------------------------------------------------------
      Dear Child Rum,

      4 AM is not a good time to wake up on a school day. However, I did get 5 hours of sleep after putting you on the school bus so I suppose everything worked out okay.

      Also, thank you for giving a whole bunch of kisses. Maybe Mommy should cook green beans and chicken more often, huh?

      Lovingly,
      Mommy
      ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
      Dear Intuition,

      When you give me the feeling that someone I know has been in an accident, please also let me know who it was who was in an accident!

      Rummy whose Mom got rear-ended in the Dollar Store parking lot

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      • "Dear" work--

        I, for the life of me, canNOT figure out why it took someone until almost 9 fucking o'clock to call me to ask if I would come in 5 fucking hours early tomorrow.

        No phone calls made to my cell...unless they fell into that dead zone that encompassed Becks, which I doubt.

        No phone calls to my house phone, either.

        Oh yeah. NO ONE mentioned it when I had stopped in at 4 this afternoon. The AM saw me. Twice. The AAM saw me. The girl at the SD saw me.

        Yeah.

        Don't expect me to be all puppies and sunshine, especially if my knee is still hurting.

        --me
        I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

        Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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        • Dear Bella's work,

          You saw her and said nothing? Grrrr.

          --RP

          "Dear" smoke of varying sorts,

          I HATE YOU. Stop existing.

          --RP
          1129. I will refrain from casting Dimension Jump and Magnificent Mansion on every police box we pass.
          -----
          http://orchidcolors.livejournal.com (A blog about everything and nothing)

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          • Dear Setsu,
            Thanks for the response, and I should probably say that I made a mistake and am face palming. I meant Laurel, MD, which happens to be where the Woodland Job Corps Center is located. The Woodland JCC is not, in fact, located in Woodland Maryland... go figure...

            Any info you might have would be greatly appreciated!

            Thanks
            RHPG

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            • Dear Weather Gods,

              WHYYYYYYYYY do you torture me so?!

              And if you answer "why not" I swear I'm coming up there and beating you with a rusty spoon!!

              -The Sunworshiper Growling At You
              Now a member of that alien race called Management.

              Yeah, you see that right. Pink. Harness.

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              • "Dear" MOTH™,

                you.

                --me

                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                "Dear" PMS,

                you, too.

                --me

                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                Dear body,

                is going on?

                --me

                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                Dear cellphone,

                to you, along with you.

                --me

                ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

                Dear CSers,

                I like you.



                --me
                Unseen but seeing
                oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                3rd shift needs love, too
                RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                • Dear Becks,

                  Remind me to never get on your bad side.

                  I like you too.


                  Rummy

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                  • Dear Rummy,



                    You'll never be on my bad side.

                    *hugs*,

                    Becks
                    Unseen but seeing
                    oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                    There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                    3rd shift needs love, too
                    RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                    • Dear new ear piercing,

                      Please please stop itching. It's taking all my self control not to scratch.
                      "Man, having a conversation with you is like walking through a salvador dali painting." - Mac Hall

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                      • Dear Rooted Pheonix--

                        Thanks for hating work for me.



                        --Bella

                        ************************************

                        Dear Mr. Becks--

                        Don't make me come over there.

                        *shaking fist.*

                        Haven't you learned to NOT piss Becks off?!?

                        --me

                        ************************************

                        Dear Becks--

                        I'm dying of jealousy that you got St. Pantie's Day and the day after off.

                        You must come over and have a bit of Baileys for me.

                        --Sunshine
                        I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

                        Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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                        • Dear Weather Gods,

                          I'm WARNING YOU.

                          -Sunworshiper

                          Dear Back,

                          Guu-wha'? Why do you hurt suddenly??

                          -The thing holding you up

                          Dear Music,

                          <3

                          -Listener
                          Now a member of that alien race called Management.

                          Yeah, you see that right. Pink. Harness.

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                          • Dear Lizziebeff,
                            • Thanks for the smokey treat cases. You are AWESOME.
                            • ...St. PANTIE'S Day? That's a new one. And as you know, I only requested off for the 18th because I HATE having to work when the MOTH™ has an appointment. Drunk day was just an unexpected bonus...and I'll come to your place for the drinkables.
                            • I forgot to tell you. The other day, I made M drool. She even said so.
                            • Doodle.

                            Love,

                            Becks
                            Unseen but seeing
                            oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                            There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                            3rd shift needs love, too
                            RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                            • Dear wannabe gangstas

                              You do not own a firearm, and never will. I would not be afraid of you if you did, especialy if you were aiming at me and not 30 or 40 feet to the side of me. I don't even know how to use a firearm that well, and I could still kill all of you given the chance. You are going a long way towards giving me that chance.

                              Stop using the 'plight of the black man' as an excuse to dick around and try to make people like me to give you what you want. Fuck you, your parents, and anyone else responsible for creating you. The only reason MLK's zombie hasn't returned from the fucking grave to kill you is because he can't decide which one of you to horribly mutilate first.

                              with an equal hatred as that I have for skinheads,
                              Wingates

                              Dear politicians,

                              USE YOUR BRAIN! OR DIE TRYING!

                              With love,
                              Wingates

                              Dear clerk at the [book store]

                              I heard you, at least I did look for the book in the section it belongs in. I'm not psychic, and whoever decided to put the entire stock of crime and punishment on a display rack in an obscure corner of the store is not my fault. I am not a 'wigger', I am not a 'retard' and if anyone should fuck off, it's you.

                              I feel sorry for the people you work with, so fuck off and die... bitch...

                              with pity for your co-workers, and your manager,
                              Wingates
                              I like things that go *bang!*

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                              • Dear Becks--

                                How on earth did you make M drool?

                                --Sunshine
                                I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

                                Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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