Dear You- Things you don't have the guts to actually say.

[sabby]

In the same vein of the "Dear You- I blah blah blah blah blah" thread from the old forums, mostly because I feel like venting in a constructive way


Dear you,
I think you're plain and boring. My husband and I call you "sliced cheese" because that's how dull you are. It really does sound offensive, but you're not particularly clever, not good at anything in particular, can't really hold a conversation that's not about you, and you don't actually like anything, really. You enjoy things, but you don't have any passions. Also, you're dating my best friend, and that makes me the over protective mama hen, and he's an amazingly talented, smart, caring guy, and now that you're the first woman he's boned, he's not going to have the heart to say no to you when the honeymoon phase is over. I know him well enough to know that. So really, in the most unoffensive way possible, I'm waiting for one of you to do something absolutely unforgivable so he can fall in love with one of those charming, lovely girls who actually have an opinion and can hold their own in a fight or conversation. But that's because I'm horribly cruel, and he started dating you because you're the first girl who isn't me who showed him any interest.

Love,
Me.
PS- stop being mean to my cat.

[-Elise-]

Dear You,

I really like you. I think we get along so well and it sucks because you moved 2 hours away. We almost have that Pam/Jim thing from the Office going on, except the "Roy" for us would be that you moved away. I hate that. That really really really sucks. Anyways, that's just how I feel at the moment...

Sincerely,
Me

[sabby]

Dear you,
Stop angsting, glaring and pouting. it makes me want to kick you in the face.
xoxo *kick*
<3

Dear god,
WHY MUST BOYS GO THROUGH THEIR ANGSTY MAN PERIOD AT THE AGE OF TWENTY?

love,
me.

[-Elise-]

Dear you,

Stop parking in my bus space. Stop being a weird old man! I don't want to hear about when you were a boy in the 1700's and they "made" you swim naked at the YMCA. Seriously, don't talk to me! EW!

-Me

[Maresa]

Dear You,

Please. Stop. Your plans will come to be, just let go of a few things. It will help. Believe me. You've done it before, you can do it again.

Love,
Me.

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Dear You,

WHY, oh why, did you have to be such a CUTE floater pharmacist? You're not even my type! Are you married? You mentioned a wife not, so I don't know what that ring was for.

Are you gay?

They usually are.

Sigh.

Me.