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(no subject) [Feb. 15th, 2006|12:56 am]
Dear Dumbass
[Current Mood |annoyedannoyed]


Angie Here is Ablee Valenties gift.

Angie Why cannt you put are names on things when you send then to are hone?
I'm not going anywhere kid!! We been together for 7yrs! & were not going anywhere!!
So get over it!! We Do Love you & the Baby! So were here to Stay!!
Were not leaving!!
Love you
Both your are girls and always will be!!

(signatures omitted, none of the 3 are my father's signature though)"

I have this uncontrollable urge to send a copy of her letter back along with my corrections.

Glad to know Aubree and I will always be girls though. Last I checked, I had no intentions of changing my sex.

She has been giving me reasons for over 7 years for why I hate her. I don't expect her to divorce my father, but I don't have to like her either.

What I wish I could write her...


I sincerely hate you. Just because you're married to my father doesn't mean I have to like you. You are a bitch. You've spent 7+ years trying to seperate me and my father. You succeeded. I don't care for however long you and dad stay married. As far as I'm concerned, you're perfect for eachother in more ways than one. You are nothing to me, or Aubree. You are not her grandmother, and you're not my mother.

You do not allow me to talk with my father alone. You do not allow him to visit me alone. Even back when I was 15 you always made sure dad and James got plenty of time together by taking me out of the picture. "Oh, they haven't spent time together in 2 weeks. So we can go shopping and let them be!" Well, you god aweful bitch, he is my father. At that time I hadn't spent time with him in over a month. You always made sure you were around when I saw him. Up until last year, you were always in the room when I spoke to him on the phone. I hate you. I'll never forgive you. You can just quit your shit and get over it yourself. I'm sick of you, and I'm not afraid to speak up. Back the fuck off. I do not have to acknowledge you and I never intend to. Ever.

I'd like to point out it's only you I have anything against. I do like J**** and L****. Atleast they are nice. Must not have gotten it from you.

No Love,


p.s. Glad to know I'll always be a girl. Thanks. Every heard of a dictionary? It is your friend."

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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2006|09:19 pm]
Dear Dumbass

[Current Mood |*pissed*]

Dear Father,

Excuse me, but are you out of your fucking mind? Did you really think I would go for your 'perfect' solution, where 'everyone' (ie, you) gets what they want?

Let's go through this again, shall we? And we can see where all your problems are.

On the one hand, I have this dream computer desk. Unfortunately, I'm pretty damn sure I'll not be able to find it in a catalogue since I'd really like something that isn't made of chipboard. To that end, I talked with you about me buying the materials I wanted it made from and you making it. We even sat down together and got some real, hard measurements out of my airy nothings it was built with.

And now?

Now, you selflessly want to save me money by generously giving me your old computer desk (which you had got secondhand) and, since that will leave you without a computer desk, well, you're just going to have to make yourself one, right? A nice one, because it'll be yours. And the best part is? I won't have to spend money!

I mean, what. The. Fuck. How the hell is this going to give me the desk I want? If I'd wanted your fucking desk, I would have asked for it. Or, at the very least, spent a lot of time in your office measuring out what I fucking wanted in a desk. No, instead I modelled it mostly off of my old desk, getting the measurements to ensure it would fit in my room.

I am this close to saying "Fuck this" and throwing your stupid little portfolder (to better help me with the pricing of the materials) right at your head. If you don't want to make the desk, fine. Fucking fine. Just don't try to tell me I want your old desk just so you can build yourself a new one.

And, hey! How were you going to pay for the materials for your desk? At least I'd've been buying what I needed.

Thanks a lot, Dad. Thanks a fucking peach. I love knowing this, really, I do.

No love,

Your too-stupid-to-see-through-this daughter


Mom - Don't talk to me about how a parent's love is unconditional, 'mkay? Myabe I'm the only one who remembers you withdrawing your love from my sister and me to get your way in the matter of a certain cat in our own, separate apartment, but as long as I do, just . . . don't talk to me about this, okay?

Also no love,

Your I-can't-believe-she's-honestly-asking-me-about-this daughter
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Dear Dumbass: [Nov. 29th, 2005|07:41 am]
Dear Dumbass


Is bad enough LJ houses some people who spill their hearts out, and tells us of their blues enough to have a community based on losers .

Really, what is the point of having another community that resembles about any LJ User blog that already exists?

Cookie for you.

PS: Fixed the thread, now everyone can check how awesome this Community truly is.


(no subject) [Nov. 27th, 2005|05:19 pm]
Dear Dumbass


Dear Dumbass:

When two friends argue and say a lot of profanities to each other, is true that it does get to one, and that maybe trust may be thinned to the point that one cannot even consider talking to you again.


When one actually extends his hand and accepts all blame, ALL of it, without caring who started it, and if one asks for not only forgiveness, but also to be friends so we may not drop it because of something stupid as a message board incident, while YOU start acting like a moron again and deny it just because of that, it's pretty damn stupid.

You tell me I am stubborn, well then, it must be damn graceful of you not to accept me as your friend and start babbling about how "affraid" you are.

At the same time, you just started acting in a very stupid manner, mocking me and not caring that I actually went through all that trouble trying to end said argument for 5 hours, and today, just tried to make amends but you just took it as something to ignore.

You are such a dumbass.


(no subject) [Nov. 3rd, 2005|11:55 am]
Dear Dumbass

[Current Mood |angryangry]

Dear Ontario Student Loans Office,

Thanks for fucking up my life. I am borrowing money from you people for rent, tuition, FOOD, clothing, bills, etc. All those life neccessity things.
I was to receive this money September 6th -- BEFORE school starts. It is now November 3rd. No money yet. I'm starving, my hydro's going to be shut off, my rent is past due, my bills are past due, I have creditors calling me at least 6 times a day. I had to drop two classes and get a job (which incidentally will allow you to reasses my loan and give me less because I have an INCOME).
I've had so many NSF charges on my bank account that I could start a club. MoneyHordes Annonymous.

First it was me who apparently handed in my forms late -- July 2nd...then it was the Student Loans Office at my institution for not processing the files on time. Then it was my fault for having to write you a letter explaining why I am SO POOR...cause it was beyond your comprehension how I could live below the poverty line thus needed a super large loan just to help me live. Which, incidentally, I am TRYING to survive WITHOUT that money ENTIRELY right now. And I may add, I haven't starved to death yet but that's no indication that I'm doing well without it.

NOW I receive a phonecall saying that the notary which oversaw my signing of the documents FORGOT to sign the documents himself and therefore they need to be brought back to him BY ME, and signed, and then signed again BY ME, then faxed to them, then the loan will be REISSUED, which will only take another....TWO WEEKS...of processing. What shall I do in the mean time?

I'm considering prostitution.

Thanks for all your fucking help. I'll definitely look back on this fondly when I'm repaying your asses for all the LOANS I've received from you in order to get my eductation to then WORK for you.

Awesome. Have a good fucking day.

With my best regards and a kick in the teeth,

PS - You asked me to inform you of any address changes? How about:
c/o Drunken, bitter, uneducated, emaciated redhead prostitute
356 + 1/8th Bronson (the alley behind the laundromat)
Right to fucking life, Ontario
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(no subject) [Sep. 10th, 2005|05:10 pm]
Dear Dumbass

Dear Government Money Sucking Dumbass,

You get big child support/ welfare checks every week and never want to work, and you have the nerve to complain about not having money? Go to hell. Don't complain about your damn dogs destroying your house; pitbulls and labordors don't belong in a tiny space/ backyard. Also, if your lazy kids would let the damn things out, the dogs wouldn't crap all over.

You have never earned an honest day's pay in your entire life. I can't believe the business put up with you for so god damn long. And just because you gave your 2 weeks notice, doesn't mean you get to slack off, well, slack off more, and sit around doing nothing. We all know you're never sick, so stop calling the "doctor," we know you called your mother, and left 2 adults to watch 12 kids. Moron. We also know you stole the ink, money, and all the other stuff that went missing. So on top of being lazy, you're a thief, lovely.

The rest of your family is starting to be just like you: thinking "how can I get this for free?" You wanna use the government to go to school for a degree you'll never use? Go ahead. I just hope you get hit by a bus on the way there.

Yours truly,
the daughter of your enemy
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(no subject) [Aug. 4th, 2005|03:30 pm]
Dear Dumbass
[Current Mood |annoyedannoyed]

Dear Morons At The Post Office,

Yesterday when my mom called about your lack of delivering our mail, I thought you said THIS WOULD BE FIXED. Granted their is a dead raccoon a couple feet from the mail box, their is nothing stopping you from driving up to our mail box. Hell the fucking thing doesn't even smell anymore. We told you this. You said you'd do something about it. So... WHY THE HELL DID THE DUMB FUCK NOT STOP TO PICK UP OUR BILLS IN THE MAIL BOX? If I recieve a bill too late and it's considered over due, I'm gunna kick you in your head.

Many angry stabs with a letter opener,

The family on E. Southern Rd.
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(no subject) [Aug. 2nd, 2005|11:17 pm]
Dear Dumbass
[Current Mood |pissed offpissed off]

Dear "Friend",

You're a contradicting bitch. The next time you have something to say about how I care for my daughter, bite your tounge. Atleast I don't try to pawn my child off on everybody. Atleast I don't have my mom watching her every night just so I can go next door. Sure, once in a while wouldn't be bad, but every fucking night? Isn't that a little pathetic. I don't care if he's sleeping. He's your responsibility, dumbass.

Oh yea, I almost forgot. You're only pissed cuz I wouldn't take you and him home without his carseat. I'm sorry that he is too big for Aubree's seat. But I didn't want to take him without his own. Their was no way I was gunna drive with him carseatless. So that ment you had to wait for your mom and step dad. Sorr-fucking-y.

Tomorrow you can come and pick up your crap you dumb cunt. You're probably the one that called CPS on me with the false report. Yes. False. As the lady said, "Blown out of proportion."

Suck my left nut you bitch. I don't give a fuck anymore. I hope you rot with your 31yr old married boyfriend, WHEN YOU'RE ONLY 17. Dumb bitch.

No love,

Your ex best friend.
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Oh. [Jul. 17th, 2005|07:23 am]
Dear Dumbass


"If people think i'm a idito for being anti-Yiff/Smut.. They need to look in the mirror. Yes! I am proud to be a reppublican because, the demecrats are the Anti-christ!"

-Thank God I am a Democrat and not a demecrat. As a matter of fact, I wonder if being a Republican is also against the forms of any kind of Religion whatsoever.

Yes, I think this person is definetly an Idiot, not an idito.

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(no subject) [Jul. 3rd, 2005|01:26 am]
Dear Dumbass

Dear Dumbass,

You are aware that if you post something on your live journal and make it public then anyone can see it right? If so you should have figured that mabye just mabye talking about someone behind there back in a public entry might not be the best idea. Just because its an entry from a while back doesnt mean I cant read it. You are kind of a moron arn't you. Next time you want to bad mouth some one without them knowing DON'T MAKE IT A PUBLIC POST.

Thank you,
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