Dear Sunburn,
Thank you for the object lesson in proper sunscreen application, especially on my chest.
Ow,
Me
Dear Roommate,
Calling me "Fire Tits" is not funny. It isn't.
Okay, maybe it is,
Me
Dear Baby Laptop,
Thank you for dying for no reason whatsoever during Torchwood week. I DIDN'T EVEN SPILL WATER ON YOU THIS TIME. WHY THE HATE???
Speaking ill of the dead,
Me
Dear Flist,
Since I've only seen the first episode of Torchwood due to the above technical difficulties, thank you for not outright spoiling me for the rest of Children of Earth. However, I think I've reached my limit with all the mood spoilers (YES THE COLLECTIVE D FACE YOU ARE ALL MAKING- WHAT HAPPENED? NO WAIT, DON'T TELL ME. NO WAIT, I WANT TO KNOW. NO WAIT, SPOIL ME AND I WILL END YOU) so I've been absenting myself. See you on the other side after I get to watch them this weekend.
D:,
Me
Dear
krazykipper,
You are sweet and awesome and I love our brains too and thank you for the virtual gift! *squishes you* There's a brain in a jar on my profile!
Braaainz,
Me
Dear People On My Flist Who Like Their Fanfic With a Side of Hookers,
In case you, like me, have lamented the lack of Hooker!Fic in Merlin fandom, lament no more!
rageprufrock has your MFing back.
Hookerifically yours,
Me
Dear Shakespeare in the Park Management,
Next time it would be cool to list *both* limited distribution days on your website (which, for the record, is also shitty to navigate and generally uninformative) so people don't end up taking the day off work and waking up at 5 am to drag their hungover ass to Central Park to camp for tickets only to be told that there's no hope after the fact.
Still grumpy, DIAF,
Me
Dear Universe,
After three times of trying and failing to see Anne Hathaway and Raul Esparza in Twelfth Night, I FINALLY GET THE MESSAGE. IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. WHY DON'T YOU RUN OVER MY DOG NEXT EXCEPT I DON'T HAVE A DOG BUT IF I DID I SUSPECT IT WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED THIS WEEK.
BOO YOU WHORE,
Fire Tits
DEAR
lillianloop,
WHY AM I AT WORK AND WHY ARE YOU NOT HERE ALREADY???
ILU, KEYBOARD SMASH,
Me
Thank you for the object lesson in proper sunscreen application, especially on my chest.
Ow,
Me
Dear Roommate,
Calling me "Fire Tits" is not funny. It isn't.
Okay, maybe it is,
Me
Dear Baby Laptop,
Thank you for dying for no reason whatsoever during Torchwood week. I DIDN'T EVEN SPILL WATER ON YOU THIS TIME. WHY THE HATE???
Speaking ill of the dead,
Me
Dear Flist,
Since I've only seen the first episode of Torchwood due to the above technical difficulties, thank you for not outright spoiling me for the rest of Children of Earth. However, I think I've reached my limit with all the mood spoilers (YES THE COLLECTIVE D FACE YOU ARE ALL MAKING- WHAT HAPPENED? NO WAIT, DON'T TELL ME. NO WAIT, I WANT TO KNOW. NO WAIT, SPOIL ME AND I WILL END YOU) so I've been absenting myself. See you on the other side after I get to watch them this weekend.
D:,
Me
Dear
You are sweet and awesome and I love our brains too and thank you for the virtual gift! *squishes you* There's a brain in a jar on my profile!
Braaainz,
Me
Dear People On My Flist Who Like Their Fanfic With a Side of Hookers,
In case you, like me, have lamented the lack of Hooker!Fic in Merlin fandom, lament no more!
Hookerifically yours,
Me
Dear Shakespeare in the Park Management,
Next time it would be cool to list *both* limited distribution days on your website (which, for the record, is also shitty to navigate and generally uninformative) so people don't end up taking the day off work and waking up at 5 am to drag their hungover ass to Central Park to camp for tickets only to be told that there's no hope after the fact.
Still grumpy, DIAF,
Me
Dear Universe,
After three times of trying and failing to see Anne Hathaway and Raul Esparza in Twelfth Night, I FINALLY GET THE MESSAGE. IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN. WHY DON'T YOU RUN OVER MY DOG NEXT EXCEPT I DON'T HAVE A DOG BUT IF I DID I SUSPECT IT WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED THIS WEEK.
BOO YOU WHORE,
Fire Tits
DEAR
WHY AM I AT WORK AND WHY ARE YOU NOT HERE ALREADY???
ILU, KEYBOARD SMASH,
Me
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indescribable
caffeinated
should be packing oh god

j'ai un cas des lundis.
bored
peaceful
hungry
jet lag zombie!
only tipsy, k?
tired