A few notes.
Sep. 22nd, 2006 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reipanIn no particular order...
To Whom It May Concern,
If you're busy, I'm not automatically mad. I might be sorry, but I'm not mad. It happens.
I get mad when you spend about 60% of the time we get to talk saying how sorry you are that we don't talk more and promising we'll be able to talk later. If you want to talk to me, fucking TALK.
If something comes up unexpectedly and you have to leave, more often than not I'm annoyed at the world in general. Don't mistake that. Don't, for the love of fuck, spend twenty minutes apologising. It gets me even more pissed off, especially after that talk on how often you apologise and don't really mean it. If you have to go, go, otherwise what's the point in saying you have to rush off in the first place?
I am sorry I hung up on you, but my previous statement still stands. Sometimes people prefer to be left to cool off. Learn when that is.
Love,
Me.
To Whom Else It May Concern,
If I'm in a bad mood, don't try and make it worse, would you?
A Little Less Love Than Usual,
Me.
Dear Jean,
Please let us out on time. Maybe it's only a few minutes to you, but I miss my train, and then it takes another half-hour for me to get home. Half an hour is a significant enough period that I'd rather you didn't spend the extra three or four minutes explaining what we'll do next lesson. There's time enough for that...next lesson. We'll have forgotten by then anyway.
Cheers,
Me.
Dear Man In Suit,
You can keep making that face at me, but I need to walk to get onto the bus, it's a wide pavement, and I'm not a wide person. Go around me.
No love,
Me.
Dear London Transport,
MUST YOU BE SO FUCKING USELESS?!
ABSOLUTELY no love,
Me.
To Whom It May Concern,
If you're busy, I'm not automatically mad. I might be sorry, but I'm not mad. It happens.
I get mad when you spend about 60% of the time we get to talk saying how sorry you are that we don't talk more and promising we'll be able to talk later. If you want to talk to me, fucking TALK.
If something comes up unexpectedly and you have to leave, more often than not I'm annoyed at the world in general. Don't mistake that. Don't, for the love of fuck, spend twenty minutes apologising. It gets me even more pissed off, especially after that talk on how often you apologise and don't really mean it. If you have to go, go, otherwise what's the point in saying you have to rush off in the first place?
I am sorry I hung up on you, but my previous statement still stands. Sometimes people prefer to be left to cool off. Learn when that is.
Love,
Me.
To Whom Else It May Concern,
If I'm in a bad mood, don't try and make it worse, would you?
A Little Less Love Than Usual,
Me.
Dear Jean,
Please let us out on time. Maybe it's only a few minutes to you, but I miss my train, and then it takes another half-hour for me to get home. Half an hour is a significant enough period that I'd rather you didn't spend the extra three or four minutes explaining what we'll do next lesson. There's time enough for that...next lesson. We'll have forgotten by then anyway.
Cheers,
Me.
Dear Man In Suit,
You can keep making that face at me, but I need to walk to get onto the bus, it's a wide pavement, and I'm not a wide person. Go around me.
No love,
Me.
Dear London Transport,
MUST YOU BE SO FUCKING USELESS?!
ABSOLUTELY no love,
Me.
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Date: 2006-09-23 10:31 pm (UTC)Great Pokemon/Top Gear crossover, by the way.