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To Mrs ... and Mr Recidivist

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More than words, girrrlll.

https://youtu.be/7RLDZaWN8b4


Best regards,
From the women who do have a problem with this, personally.

Dear Isabella Linton,

Mrs Recidivist ( who doesn't like the name as she is a goody two shoes ) says you are more than welcome. And you know how I feel about it.

From Mr Recidivist and Mrs DoneNoCrime

^ Nope

For Raleigh's fever.

Get well soon.

^ thanks, cupcake.
Just what I needed.

I'd make you some monogrammed cupcakes if I thought you could eat them.

How can you live with yourself? I don’t understand.

To Whom It May Concern,

I have blocked you from sending any more Private Messages to me on this website.  I can tell that someone is sending PM's to me at least once a day when I see "(1 new messages)" at the top of the page.  But when I check my inbox, your PM's are not there.  Then I see "(0 new messages)" instead.

In other words, PM's from you (and others) get deleted before I can read them.  I do not know what you are trying to tell me, and I do not want to know.  But if you believe it is really important, then submit it as a post in a thread -- maybe even start a new thread to tell me what you want me to know.  Just remember that the mods are only a 'Report' button away.

-Fnord-

I get that a lot too, from people on my blocked PM list. ^

For LZ,

I'm thinking of you today and remembering how much you did to help. I know you tried to warn me and protect me. I didn't realise the money was your way of saying you were dying. I just thought of that today after all these years. I knew you were mothering me but you must have known you were sick already, and you wanted to provide for my kids.

I still remember you as one of the greatest forces of love in my life. I can picture you like you're standing in front of me. Even though I'm totally face blind and can't picture anything clearly in my mind, I can always see you with perfect clarity even more than my real mother. I still have that glass dish you gave me for Valentines, that black top from the Shopping Channel (LMAOOOO -- it's so you), and that gold apple magnifying glass. The chain broke but I have the apple and I use it sometimes, but it's normally tucked away with your obituary. I can see your purple nail polish -- the exact shade. I can hear you laugh as you planned your cruises and holidays to Spain. I remember you and Jim A, two peas in a pod with your crisps. I hope he's with you now. Maybe you're doing mimeographs or chilling on the purple bench Sydney made for you. I bawled my eyes out when I saw that, but I'm sure you know.

You know everything, and you always did. I wish I didn't take you for granted but I was young and preoccupied ... and you know the rest. You probably knew it all even when you were alive, and that's why you were drawn to me. You wouldn't want me to live with regrets so I won't, but I'll never forget you either. I wish I'd known you were ill. In retrospect, it was so obvious. I wish I could have given back even 1/10th of what you've given to me.

Anyway, it's one of those days where we should go for coffee and b***h about life. You can pay. I'll likely forget my purse there and need to go back, but life's all about going back.

One of these days I might try going forward too.

This one's for you babe.






https://youtu.be/zG1G5abvMsU

https://youtu.be/PGNiXGX2nLU


You can wear your hat.

Can you just f*****g stop messaging me dumb s**t. We both know you don't actually want to talk to me.

I don't want to have to face you again at work tomorrow. It's been lovely last week with you on annual leave. It's so annoying that you get in two hours before your starting time, just to sit there or stand around breathing down my neck and interrogating me like I'm some sort of lazy slob. At least I have more interest in the job than you have. Yes I need money too but I also want to do my job properly, unlike you. You only work for about 4 hours, and you spend the remaining 4 hours sitting around eating and talking and being on your phone when there are plenty of jobs to be done. Why do you even work here anyway? Very few people like you here. You strut around with your hood up and hands in pockets, talking down to people and making us put up with your mood swings.
You're an embarrassment, a disgrace to the company. Go and work at McDonald's. Or better yet, go back to high school and learn some manners and to grow up a bit.