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Dear City Maintenance Director,
Our housing tract located between ------ and ------ is scheduled for street sweeping services on Thursdays of each week. This past Thursday we found a violation notice for not removing a vehicle from the street sweeper’s path.

The vehicle in question belongs to Lord Stoodlepants, the High Priest of the Padiddle Order. He has graciously added the Southern Padiddle House (located between cross streets noted above) to his visit itinerary and was very offended to find the violation notice on his '91 Nissan Sentra. It is generally forbidden for anyone not ordained by a Padiddle Bishop to make physical contact with a Lord’s vessel. Exceptions are made for turning off headlights and collecting groceries from an open trunk.

My role as Head of Southern Padiddle House is to manage Lord Stoodlepants’ schedule for the duration of his visit, so I will act as mediator for the parking violation, due to the fact that I did not foresee any problems arising from Street Sweeping day as the Lord’s vehicle bears the High Priest insignia which carries Diplomatic Immunity.

We here at the Southern Padiddle House no longer own any private vehicles and rely on our feet to carry us between destinations. Our Order was once in possession of an ’82 Roadrunner but we have since converted it into a flowerbed and potted elm pergola at the rear of the property. The garage area of this residence has been modified to serve as Worship Pavilion for the entire congregation (approximately 104 members). It is strictly forbidden for a vehicle to enter the Worship Pavilion and Lord Stoodlepants was simply observing this by securing his personal vehicle at the curb.

However, the Lord understands municipal code and wishes to comply with your Street Sweeping schedule. Therefore, he has acceded that for the remaining two Thursdays of his visit he will park his vehicle in the middle of the street so that it does not inhibit the Sweeper’s path of clearing gutters on either side. He does ask, however, that for this inconvenience the violation is retracted and any further actions required on his part are waived.

Thank you for your willingness to work with us in this matter.

Sincerely,

Bishop Wibbleknob

Dear Aaron.
Please don't disappear like this, I love you so much, and am missing you so much, I must know what has happened.



It hurts like hell.
I miss you so much.

Dear Graelwyn,

maybe he's in trouble and for some reason can't come.


Dear Dr. Duncan,


I'm going to miss you when I leave. You're so sweet and patient with me, never ever put me down, never insulted me, never thought any the worse of me if I made a mistake. Thank you for being my friend, or my sort-of friend. I might cry when I see you for the last time.

Dear TheAPERSON,

Please stop spamming Metroid Recon with magicalmidget. And stop trying to make me leave. I was there before you, and I was the highest poster until you came along. Stop at once, or Falcon Zero will deal with you.

From Berserker.

dear you,
i don't want to be your friend anymore.
i'm tired of trying...and i don't think you'll miss me anyways.
but hey, if i'm wrong there, feel free to correct me.
i'd give it another chance if i thought there was hope for us to remain friends.
but you have given me little encouragement to stick around.
so i'll be on my way...
i'll miss you.

me.

Dear Rajid Rajan's lawyer and judge,


Rajid was probably depressed. He probably didn't care that his diary was found. He just wanted attention. And he got it. He would have shot up the school, for attention, but they found his diary so he got attention. So much for trying to say he didn't write the diary; what BS is that? He wasn't insane; he was DEPRESSED. Don't say that he'd get himself into trouble if he told the truth. He's not f*****g stupid or crazy. He knew he'd get in touble, but he was depressed and needed the attention. He wanted to come clean and tell the truth. He WANTED help for the depression and anger issues. Please tell me he got adequate depression treatment, and may you rot in hell for humiliating him publicly, when you were supposed to be helping him.

Love,


Florri

Dear You,


THANK YOU!


-ME


-SpaceCase

Dear Char-Char,

I'm so sorry. I love you.


~Your second mummy

Dear other half
I am finding it so hard to hold on. I dont know if you love me anymore, but I still love you so much. I am pathetic in my need and in my pain. I dont know how long my bodywill hold on under my not being able to eat and drinking so much but i find i dont feel scared now. I only want you to carry on if anything happens to me, as everything I do is my choice, and my fault and no one else's responsibility. I would want you to remember i love you always no matter what. you said you loved me and i am trying to hold onto that for dear life, but i know love can die sometimes.

Dear Graelwyn,

you're not alone in wanting to be loved by someone and feeling like you aren't or they can just never do enough. Despite all the friends I have on WP and all the compliments I get, whenever someone says something, even if it's just calling an idea I have mental, it's jumping to conclusions, and I get angry and sad and nervous and scared. And when it's you who can never do enough, it's just as painful. I feel like I could have helped username88. I don't know what's happened to him; I thought he loved me too. If ever you want to talk about it you can PM me.


~Annoying Ana

Dear me:

I'm putting you first, where you belong. Guess it's about time, huh?

Dear RichardMcBeef,

cummon, you can talk to me!

~Nassa

I have to get this out; write it down somewhere:

I acted like I wasn't bothered because I made a decision that you will never see my true self again. I share my emotions with those who deserve to see that side of me. I honestly don't care if I never talk to you again. In fact, I'm really hoping you'll stop coming over to my desk to chit chat. It has nothing to do with the fact that you hurt me. That's just a symptom of the real issue.

I think you're one of those jerks masquerading as a nice guy to get down women's pants. I had that opinion of you when I first met you. After I realized _____ was an ass, I worried that I had misjudged you based on one conversation (the one where you told us you were dating a woman who was overweight and that you didn't think it was going to work out because of that; while at the same time you were eying a woman in your leasing office - then you got all miffed because the first woman started dating someone else after you found out the second girl wasn't interested ).

Why or how I started to become interested in you, I'm having a hard time figuring out at the moment. I have little respect for you at this point. You're possibly the shallowest guy I've ever come across. You seem to have little concern, or awareness, for how your actions affect others (I find it ironic that you bitched about how ____ only thinks of himself when I told you about the issue I had with the blood tests; you're not much better). You b***h and complain to anyone who will listen but act annoyed and put out if they expect you to return the favor. You seem to have no desire to actually solve your problems; my only guess is that you like the drama they bring.

You treat women like objects. Did you ever think that _____ was emotionally vulnerable after breaking up with _____? I don't care if she was drunk or not, it doesn't matter. Your intent was to get laid, regardless of the impact it might have had on her. Maybe it wouldn't have affected her, but you didn't even seem to consider it. Then you expect me to have sympathy for you because you "failed"? I have no sympathy for you, and I'm not even bringing my own feelings into the mix.

My anger is directed towards myself. I wouldn't expect a dog to act like anything other than a dog, or a plant as anything other than a plant. Why should I expect a jerk to act like anything other than a jerk? My mistake was not seeing you for what you were. I've been through a lot in the past year so I'm giving myself a break on this one, but it stops here. Thank you for the slap in the face; I needed it.

I don't expect you to read this. Why would you be here? I wouldn't care if you did though. The only thing preventing me from saying this to your face is the fact that I work with you. I will act completely normal. I will say hi to you in the hall. I will even chit chat for a few minutes if you stop me. But I will no longer give a s**t. I will no longer actually care about what you say. That's reserved for those who deserve that from me.

dear ...

I've been waiting here for so long
And all this time has past me by
It does'nt seem to matter now
You stand there with your fixed expression
Casting doubt on all I have to say
Why don't you touch me, touch me, why don't you touch me, touch me
...now now now now now! now now now now now
now now now now now...
now now now now now
etc
...

sencerly me

Dear me,

go to bed already and stop worrying about the stupid
presentation tommorow! you can look over the powerpoint during
break after first period. it's not your fault if your partner did nothing you
told him to do...go to bed...now!! !

sincerely, me.

p.s. i mean it!

Dear world,


I'm an attention whore. Please help me. I sometimes wish I was suicidal so that then I'd get more attention. I'm obsessed with attention. I'm not a slut yet, I'm not a drunk yet, I'm not a stoner yet, I'm not a criminal yet, I'm not a singer or a scientist or a writer yet, but it's getting there. And the only thing I like writing about is controversial stuff like school shootings, and I'm out of practise singing, I never sang all my life, just occasionally, and I never really studied science, and I was never that good at sailing-- concentration problems-- and I can't be a cashier-- concentration probs-- and I can't be a landscaper-- concentration probs-- and I can't be a bloody waitress-- concentration probs.


Help me please. I love you; please love me.


~Annusia