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[terrypurple73]

Dear neighbors: I don't think it is too much to ask that you:
1. are civil to us, even moderately friendly, and
2. don't week-whack my entire front yard, especially when you only THINK we've moved out, when I actually HAVEN'T. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? And what is your problem with corn, flowers, and squash growing in the yard? AND WHY WOULD YOU WEED WHACK MY YARD WITHOUT CHECKING WITH ME FIRST, especially when you've been out of town the last two weeks?

Dear uterus: You already had a period this month. Quit bleeding. It's barely been three weeks since the last one started. And THAT one was almost a month late. What is going on here?

Dear self: Do your work. Also the dishes.

Dear future roommates: Please move in soon. I'm not lonely yet, but I think a month from now I will be.

Dear everyone else: I'm not actually this mopey. Okay, I am, but I know it will pass.

Comments

[demonbaby19.livejournal.com]

You need more people in the house, and I need a house with fewer people in it. If only I had some money, I would totally come over. And then I would yell at your neighbors for you. (Not really, but I would take your side while we sat in your living room and complained about how stupid it is to ruin someone else's lawn.)

[corenrind]

I really like the typo "week-wack." IS IT EVER!

I think your uterus has been hanging out with my uterus behind the gym learning to smoke and be annoying, when they should be in algebra learning to be rational and pliant young uteri. Sorry. Mine's grounded.

[bohemianenigma.livejournal.com]

Dear Sister,
Can I come visit now?

[joirerson.livejournal.com]

Somebody whacked your veggies? Oh hell no, that would be the equivalent of carbombing in a neighborhood Cold War. I'd put sugar in their car or pay for a garage sale to be advertised in the local paper under their name. The lawn service whacked my honeysuckle last year and I *still* moan about it.

Just start dumping Prozac in your morning coffee, and everything will be super. Or at least feel super. Right? Or dump laxatives in your neighbors' coffee. As long as you are from a good vantage to gloat.