Dear Gods of Allergies:
Fuck you.
Love and kisses,
Me
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Dear Lords of Finance,
I am most sincerely sorry that I did something to piss you off. I would make the appropriate sacrifices and light the right candles if I could only figure out what they are. Let’s face O Mighty Ones, You haven’t been exactly forthcoming on the whole subject. I found out what caused yesterday’s foo – and while yes, it is legit – it IS NOT fixable by mere mortals like me.
Now, I don’t want to anger you further by calling you a bunch of lice-ridden twats, but you do realize that your behavior has been cuntish in the extreme? Unfortunately, you seem to have taken me as your favorite masturbatory device. Or game.
Every time I think I’ve got a handle on things, that I’m going to get my feet back under me – along comes a new bit of fuckery to yank the rug out from under me. I will get back on track and get this taken care of but in the meantime? Yeah, no love.
*DIAFABDIA,
~me
* – Die In A Fire After Being Dipped In Acid.