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Open letter to today

Dear Today:

I know it's inevitable that you're gonna happen, and you even have SOME GREAT INTERVIEW FUN in there for me, too, that I've been dreading. But so far, Day, you've SUXORED. And you SUXORED before 8 a.m., and that's saying something. I'm all ready for you to be over with NOW, DAY.

While I'm inclined to list all your offenses, I won't. Assmunchers have feelings, too.

Just make them stop.

Day? Please get in touch with Last Night and see if we can rolllllllll that doggone footage. I'll be universally afeared and properly respected by Your end. Plus, let's make sure we don't add on to you a REAL GOOD LOOK at my f'list, Day. Because there are about five who need weeding out.

I hate you, Day. Get better or else.

Love, hugs and sloppy, mouth-breathing kisses --

Me.

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padiwack
Nov. 20th, 2007 04:01 pm (UTC)
*chin in hands*
Oh, I feel just like this, but you put it in such eloquent fashion!

I sent one ashmuncher to deletesville today, and my Flist feels cozier and roomier and all the better for the de-clutter. I feel the need to weed some boring deadweight poor choices myownself.
none_too_subtle
Nov. 20th, 2007 04:21 pm (UTC)
Re: *chin in hands*
Ahh, but yours was inspiring to read this morning. I don't even have /that/ in me.

I cut more than 30 about a month ago, but still have five that need to go. While I wish they would just leave on their own account they've heard and read the obvious hints and just...won't...leave.

I realize they'll read after I cut them; but at least *I* won't have to read /them/, you know? Plus real life is kinda sucking right now, too (all that friend's only stuff). Blah!

But yours was actually inspiring this morning. Thank you for that :)
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Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card
Which is blank, is something that he carries on his back,
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Tell her I bring the horoscope myself;

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