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Dear Doctor Who fans of the internet:

I'm sorry. Since I have just gotten in to Doctor Who and the laws of the universe state that the minute I like something, it has to be somehow ruined, I can only conclude that this is somehow my fault.

I am going to beat myself with a wet noodle and perhaps pay off [livejournal.com profile] phiremangston and/or [livejournal.com profile] duchessdollydot to stalk David Tennant and beg him to change his mind since they are much closer than I.

Love,
Liz
dramaturgy: (Good and Evil (by kaesa))
Dear Parents:

DO NOT send me your children to baby-sit under the guise of her visiting my sister who is a "friend". If you do this, please send a twenty dollar bill USD or a personal check to me for the same amount pinned to her shirt.

KTHX4NUTTINBAI,
Liz
dramaturgy: (Academy)
Dear Men's Corner,

What kind of bloody tuxedo shoppe are you if you are not open on prom day? That's what I want to fucking know.

No love,

Liz
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Happy birthday to the lovely [livejournal.com profile] alphariza. ::loffs up::

Dear Liz,

When it is a weapon, it is spelled "cannon," not "canon." Thank you.

Love, Liz
dramaturgy: (My OTP!)
Hotmail SUCKS. What places give me more space?

On a completely separate note:

Faith,
Ric sucks. I could call him all kinds of names, but basically what they funnel down to is l0ser. As much as this makes me feel icky to say, you are too good for him. Pick up your pretty little handbag and get a move on.
Love,
Me
dramaturgy: (Snow)
1. Katie, Stephanie, and I are trying to figure out where the Hell we're going to go to eat. We decided that it must be:

-Cheap.
-Clean.
-No Mexican food.
-And no Happy Joe's.


Which means we have to go to Davenport. Which means that there is going to be more choice than we know what to do with. My suggestions of McDonalds, Panera Bread, and the Hy-Vee deli were immediately shot down.

2. I have more junk mail than regular mail.

3. Clarke choral festival on Monday. Whee. :)

4. "I am tired of being called anti-American because I ask questions." -- Susan Sarandon

5. Dear Colin Farrell,

Britney SPEARS? You can do so much better, my friend.

Some love and a Diminishing amount of respect,
Me
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To the Marcus and Oliver that live in my head:

Get. Out. Of. The. Fishnet. Stockings.

<3,
Me

Letters to

Sep. 15th, 2002 02:58 pm
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To: George W. Bush
From: Liz
Re: Stop being a fuckwitted imbecile.

Mr. Bush, I supported you in the 2000 election. I'm not sure why, perhaps I was too scared of my freshman geography teacher to disagree with him. Either way, I supported you, so STOP BEING A MORON AND RUN OUR FUCKING COUNTRY LIKE AN ADULT.

No love,
Liz

P.S. Start another war on my birthday? Heads will roll.

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To: [livejournal.com profile] penny_clear; [livejournal.com profile] lucid_h2o
From: Me.
Re: Argh

Go away.

A little love,
Me

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To: Me
From: Myself
Re: SQ Summit

Stop being such a fucking chicken. Take the bulls by the balls and TALK dammit.

No love if you don't do something soon,
Me

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To: Katie
From: Me
Re: Can I kill them, please?

No, Katie, you may NOT kill everyone.

Love,
Liz
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Dear Self:

Mrs. Robinson is NOT a Harry Potter-ish song. End of story. Stop trying to turn it into one.

Yours Sincerely,
You

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