I can’t stand my daughter’s history teacher. You are not fooling anyone … you can’t teach. Time to retire.
The road of your life is littered with the corpses of failed relationships, all ended ugly. Your DH’s family “hates you” and won’t speak to you, your recent actions have alienated most of our family from you, and yet you still think you’re the victim…I’ve got three words for you: BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER.
Get help. You’re sick.
Dear Secret Santa, it’s no secret you were less than thrilled to be mine. A gift doesn’t have to be expensive to be meaningful but clearly you didn’t care. It would have been better to be ignored completely. Since I’ll never know who you are, I think I’ll just opt out of next year’s “fun”. Love, your co-worker who doesn’t need two car air fresheners. Or even one.
Those are also not bragging threads.
Why is it my favorite time of year is the time you turn the most curmudgeonly?? I guess I’ll have to adjust to the fact that you want to put the least amount of effort towards anything festive. I hope you can adjust to the fact that I enjoy all the holiday cheer and parties… P.S. Sorry my birthday falls a week before Christmas…I had nothing to do with that. Blame my parents.
You know you’ve been on college confidential waayy too long when you can start to identify posters by their writing style, without even looking at the user icon. Well, not exactly something that I needed to get off my chest, but a comment I needed to make.
Ya know, Google…sometimes I just like to “cyber-window-shop”. Just because I visit a site or click on a link doesn’t mean I need you to push the product at me for the next month, on EVERY social media page I visit. Honestly, I don’t need to see it on my Facebook, Twitter, even CC pages! Sometimes I’m just…curious.
I’m not obsessed with internet privacy…but really?
EVERY time I read a posting online that misuses “loose” for “lose,” my blood pressure goes up a bit.
Also, you’d think that people who can afford a Tesla would know the difference between “breaks” and “brakes.” Sheesh.
kohls,
I don’t care that you FINALLY admitted that it was your screw up, that you are offering an additional 20% off and you finally agreed to send it 2 day shipping for free. I paid a dollar or so more and ordered it from amazon. I trust them - not you.
Dear Mom
You were right. Never leave the house without lipstick on. (figuratively speaking).
Love,
Ellebud
And yes, it has been 22 years since I heard your voice. But you are, and always been, in my head.
The wait until Thursday seems interminable!
Remind me to never have an attorney for a client again. What a jerk.
Seriously, you bill me $150 for briefly responding to my brief email? I hate lawyers.
I called before you were open. I understand you might have been busy getting ready, but you should have returned my call by now.
Bonavita’s customer service is absolutely incredible! I purchased a coffee maker recently with a small dent on the side of the body. I filled out a simple warranty form online and the very next morning they replied saying a new brewer was being express shipped to me, and that all I needed to do was mail the old one back with a label they provide with the replacement coffee maker. No questions, no hassle.
Amazing company. B-)
What’s with you?
Don’t you understand that once you break up with your now ex, that break in the relationship includes no longer being automatically entitled to ask him/her for favors/advice/help. Especially ones which are substantial impositions due to high costs in terms of finances and/or time/effort required?!!
Especially when the breakup happened only a few days ago AND YOU WERE THE ONE WHO INITIATED THE BREAKUP?!!
And complaining about the fact the ex won’t return your calls or automatically help you out upon beckoning just underscores your high entitlement and idiocy. Oy…
DKJF$%&IHJP(&UWP$UP:JI!!!
Darned you no-man’s land between the car seat and middle console. My driver’s license fell down there and I can’t get it out.
Donny, help a gal out. You have small hands. 
Everyone from the program I attended is getting into such competitive schools and I’m happy for them but also panicking and a little sad just because I know that even though I’m on the same level intellectually, I’m not qualified to get into the same places because I’ve had to expend a lot of energy on taking care of myself and my mental health in lieu of piling on the ECs.
I know ultimately that the person–not the school–is what determines success and that I’ve done my best in spite of everything but I wish that it were more apparent on paper.
Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot, IDIOT CHILD! No, it’s not OK to arrive at the airport at 5:39 for a 6:05 flight. You are lucky, so lucky, and your head is so far off the planet that you don’t even know it. Did we have time to stop at your sister’s to get her boots “on the way”? Oh heck no! But I bet you, in your own little world, believe differently. Twice in one week isn’t enough for you?