Open letters

Dear coworker,

Please shut up before I snap at you. I'm trying to work here. I know you have this idea that you need to take me under your wings becasue I'm a generation younger than you are, but I'm an adult woman who can take care of herself and if I want to be antisocial, I will be antisocial. I'm not here to make friends, I'm here to make money, and that's difficult when someone keeps yapping in my goddamn ear.

Yours in silent suffering,
Melle

Dear customers,

Kindly drop the fucking entitlement attitude before I come over there and put my boot through your face.

Annoyedly yours,
Melle

Dear friendslist,

*cling*

Love,
Melle

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Once upon a time there was a girl who got into a hot bath intending to get out in an hour or so. She got herself caught up in The Talisman and didn't emerge until four hours later. Um, oops?

Speaking of which, if Stephen King doesn't stop writing 12-yo boys in a way that makes me want to slash them with lots of snuggles and awkward smooches and hand-holding, I am going to fly over to Maine and throw a goddamn shoe at him! *hits self with lamp*