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Dear self,
People are not laughing at your presentation. They are texting.
Dear Parents,
For the love of god, please DO NOT buy your child squeaky shoes. Stick to the light-up ones
Dear bicyclists,
You are the bane of my existence.
Dear Graphic Designers,
Y U No Understand Us?
Dear "I support gay rights why can't you?",
Oh I don't know, maybe because people all believe different things? Forcing your belief on those who disagree with it is just as bad as those trying to force their belief on you.
Dear Bible-thumping mother,
Please realize that if you try to keep me from eating pork because "the Bible says it's bad," then you have to follow ALL the laws of Leviticus. Those include not wearing fabrics made from more than one material (like that lovely cotton/poly blend you're wearing at the moment), not cutting your hair or shaving (how much did you spend at the salon on that trim yesterday?), and not letting different kinds of cattle graze together (I can count three breeds hanging out on our ranch right now). So, for the love of all that's holy, shut up and let me eat my bacon.
Dear Auntie,
Please stop posting pictures of ripped models, you are old enough to be a grand-ma
Dear People Who Complain About Spelling and Grammer,
U r lyk the whyn conasewers ov th inglish luggage. Keep it up. Your reactions are hillarious.
Dear Elsa,
The answer to controlling your powers is love. Now go have a decent childhood with your sister.
Dear Harry,
Damn it! I told you we weren't going to lose to those stupid Jigglypuffs! Why would you fall off your broom!?
Dear everyone,
I am a college graduate. I'm currently working two dead-end jobs to try and cover student loans, car payment, insurance, rent and utilities. I'm trying my best to make $50 of food last until my next paycheck, and it's still not working. At this rate, I am still $200 short every month, and I don't know how to meet that gap. All the while, my one job has managers that are afraid of me for some reason (and continue to ride my ass because of it) and cuts my hours, and the other one is very clique-y, making me the outsider. I'm living in a house with people whose primary goals in life seem to be high and drunk as often as possible, and thus despise me since I'm just trying to make ends meet (and can't really be drunk and high all the time). To top it all off, I am 2,000 miles from my closest source of help, meaning if anything goes wrong, I am pretty much on my own. Please don't act like I don't know how tough life can be, simply because I'm white and male.
Dear boy who I asked to prom and rejected me,
I am going to become an engineer, make tons of money, and find a guy who loves me for me.
Dear lady in the 8th row,
Please note that midnight in the movie theatre aisle is not the place to do aerobics
Dear schools system,
Please take a moment to realize that the roads are literally an ice rink.
Dear Private Schools,
Please Why do you make me write essays to get into your school?
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