*stab*

[maderr]

Dear Busdriver,

My trip takes 35 minutes. NOT 50. Traffic was not that bad. Get with the mother fucking program.

Pissed,
Megan

P.S. Nor am I pleased you're perpetually ten minutes late.


Dear Assholes in the back,

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Go to hell,
Megan


Dear Chick in the pink pants,

You're not a size 10. Not even remotely close. I should not be able to see that much detail. Morever, you need to move your ass the next time I walk by because you're not a mother fucking size ten.

Traumatized,
Megan

Dear Beraht & Dieter,

Sorry, but you're going to take the brunt of my frustrations. But don't worry, the suffering looks good on you.

All my love,
your frustrated writer

Comments

[audaxfemina.livejournal.com]

I'd say something along the lines of 'kiss my grits' to all of them, but hows about a general bitch-slap to all, (except you because you rock), and mucho of the hugs!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

*hugs back*

And I keep meaning to say that your icons lately have bee killing me dead.

[audaxfemina.livejournal.com]

*hopes it's in a good way*

Thanks. Finally got enough icon space, and still only 34 iconses. S hasn't finished mine yet.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

She's makig you icons? Keep harassing her.

[audaxfemina.livejournal.com]

I will. mad scientist iconses, none the less. *pouts* And CUTE KITTY iconses.