Unsent Letters

[Mahone]

As reliable as Wikipedia is, I don't really appreciate you changing an article to scare the world into thinking that Ronnie James Dio is dead. We all love Dio, and your prank was just a bit over the top. We wish you wouldn't do that again. Have a nice day.

LOL! Oh dear...unfortunately I have to say that the blame here lies with those who actually believed it. It's amazing how many professionals (journalists etc) who really should understand how wikipedia works, will consider it to be a valid source, as opposed to checking the sources that are supposed to be at the end of every article.

[applepansy]

Dear Eagle Mountain and Saratoga Springs commuters,

It's a round about not a four way stop. You yield to traffic already in the circle, this does not mean you need to stop before entering the circle if you can do so without interrupting the flow of traffic in the circle. Nor are people in the circle the ones who are to yield to so you, yes you, waiting to get into the circle do not give me dirty looks because I did not slow down so you had an opening or even stop in the circle to let you in like some other dingbats do.

Yes it was poor planning that put a roundabout just up the street from a rail line that you cannot see from the circle because it is hidden by trees. Yes you weren't paying attention and entered the circle and now cannot exit on the street you want as it is full of unmoving cars. For the love of all that is holy do not park in the circle waiting for traffic to move, you are blocking traffic in the other direction as now there is a half circle of cars filling the circle (because apparently there is a Roundabouts confuse me club that travels in packs). Pick another street, exit at it and do a U-turn then wait patiently for the train to pass and traffic to resume once again, then enter the circle and exit at your original intended direction.

It isn't that complicated, it's a roundabout or a traffic circle if you prefer, not a Rubik's cube on steroids that is the brainchild of Rubik, Prof Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes and Cthulhu.

To All City Planners,

Please plan round-abouts in more appropriate locations, such as where I don't drive. Or preferrable do away with them altogether.

Dear IHC,

What is the purpose of a round-about in a parking lot?

[pam]

Dear God,

I petitioned our local law makers on an issue and was told I must take it to a much higher level.

I am proposing a law that would only allow snow to fall in the mountains of Utah. We don't need it in the valley, just in the mountains so we have the runoff in the spring. While many would argue that we have to have a white Christmas I would be willing to compromise on this one little detail.

Am I asking too much?

Signed,

I hate snow

[applepansy]

Dearest 2 year old,

Sweetie the world does not revolve around you.

Dear 25 year old,

The world does NOT revolve around you.

52 year old,

Didn't you get the message?

[Guest xforeverxmetalx]

LOL! Oh dear...unfortunately I have to say that the blame here lies with those who actually believed it. It's amazing how many professionals (journalists etc) who really should understand how wikipedia works, will consider it to be a valid source, as opposed to checking the sources that are supposed to be at the end of every article.

Unfortunately there does seem to be some truth to that actually.

Dio is now officially confirmed dead.

[lizzy12]

Dear Patricharch,

I love you. Your an amazing man.

Love,

Elisabeth :)

[mormonwifey]

This may seem weird,so bear with me okay....

Dear Oklahoma State Bureau of Investigations,

I wish you would help us get my sister on some Nationa shows,news stories.This is really hurting our family and it has been 8 years with no answers or results as to what happened to my sister.If the brats that worked for the city police and sheriffs department had listened to us the day after her disappearance they would have already found her remains and solved this case,putting the husband in prison for taking my sisters life.

Please help us do something to get results and answers....because isn't that your job,or supposed to be.

Sincerely,

Hope Meek's sister

[Hemidakota]

This thread is dedicated to letters that will never be sent. They should be either things you don't have the opportunity to actually say to another person, or things that you would never actually say out loud to a particular person.

To the person driving the car in front of me on the way to the grocery store this afternoon,

I can see that you park your car in your driveway and not in a garage. That's fine. Maybe it's that you're lucky enough to have more cars than garage space. Maybe it's that you have a guy room in your garage. Maybe you just have storage or a workshop. In any case, next time you drive during the winter, could you please brush all the snow off of your car, not just the stuff on your windshield and back window? Just because you can see doesn't mean that those around you can also see, especially when the six inches of snow that is sitting on top of your car suddenly finds its way onto my windshield. Thanks!

Sincerely,

Parks in the garage

Dear President Boyd K. Packer,

Knowing this is maybe your last year in mortality, as a friend and brother, you will be missed. Your bluntness, dedication, and eduring service to our Master, is a proven example for all us in striving to be. I want you to know, I wish I could be there to give you a brotherly hug and say, thanks.

Until we meet again at the Judgment Bar...

Your friend and brother

HD

[lizzy12]

Dear Future husband,

Ten things I want our life with our kids to entail.

1) little league

2) coupons

3) extra money in an account- just in case.

4) lots of crafts and barbies.

5) each child will get there own room or at least share with someone they can get along with

6) Never running out of toilet paper.

7)having a white picket fence.

8) me, you and the kids jumping on the trampoline.

9) Saturday picnicks.

10) Love

Love always,

your wife as a 16 year old :)

NOTE : I actually DO write my future husband and keep the letters in my journal to some day give to him on our wedding day in a cute box.

[Hemidakota]

11] Never complained about uncapped toothpaste

12] Never complained about makeup or water spots on the master bathroom mirror.

13] Never complained about my side of the closet.

....

[lizzy12]

Dear Laptop,

Thank you for being my blogging, emailing, facebook, Mormon teen world, lds.net outlet. I love you. Please don't get some horrrible virus.

Love,

Lizzy.

p.s. Did you like it when i lovingly wiped the key pad with a babywipe :) I will again...if you stay virus free.

Note: I do actually write those letter..i wasn't joking :-p

[not_ashamed]

Dear Future husband,

Ten things I want our life with our kids to entail.

1) little league

2) coupons

3) extra money in an account- just in case.

4) lots of crafts and barbies.

5) each child will get there own room or at least share with someone they can get along with

6) Never running out of toilet paper.

7)having a white picket fence.

8) me, you and the kids jumping on the trampoline.

9) Saturday picnicks.

10) Love

Love always,

your wife as a 16 year old :)

NOTE : I actually DO write my future husband and keep the letters in my journal to some day give to him on our wedding day in a cute box.

When you find the secret to not running out of Toilet paper please tell me

[lizzy12]

The key is Stock up ! Buy when its on sale. :)

[Just_A_Guy]

Dear clients:

If you ignore the court summons, wait until after the judge has issued a ruling, and then come to me demanding I "fix it"--

Not showing up means that the other guy gets to tell the court whatever he wants; and if you're not there to point out that the other guy is lying--you will lose. And there's not a darned thing I can do about it after the fact.

Edited May 17, 2010 by Just_A_Guy

[lizzy16]

Dear friend,

I hate you. I hate your sarcastic attitude, the words you choose to use and how you treat those around you. You will suddenly blurt something mean about someone passing by and then look around and say “Wait, what?” We all heard you, yet you do your ridiculous look around anyway. While your comments can be, I admit, somewhat funny they are never nice. I always look at you and I will comment about that person, the challenges they may have and how you have no right to judge. And yet, you do anyway. Constantly. I hate the ‘your face’ jokes you tell. I hate that you try to take charge and then brag about your leadership position. You are not a leader. You are someone that tries to bully people into doing what you want. You are a jerk.

I hate your braggy facebook posts. You don’t need to broadcast your amazing “talents” to the world. Those photos you take pretty much suck. You are not amazingly talented. Just because daddy bought you an expensive SLR camera doesn’t mean you know how to take a good picture. Stop asking me what my grade is. We both know my grade is usually higher and yet you comment on your stupidity looking for compliments. Compliment seekers don’t get true meaningful compliments. They get fake ones. Yours are fake. You are fake. You go shopping and buy what your friends say they want. And even worse, you buy it with money you stole from your disabled brothers’ piggy bank.

Stop telling me that you don’t have time for your homework when I know you were watching TV all night. Stop requesting my homework so you can copy it. By now you should know I will never ever give it to you. I actually do my homework instead of wasting my time. The time I went to the bathroom and you went into my backpack for my homework horrified me. You are untrustworthy. You have no respect for people’s beliefs and values.

I hate how you constantly come over without asking. I hate the fact I spend more time with you then all my other friends combined. I hate when my mother says I’m rude and selfish for not wanting to be your friend. I hate when I come home from school and the first thing she asks is if you’re coming over. I hate that you went on a date with my brother and did not tell me. I hate that you think telling me about your infatuation with my brother makes it okay. Please, don’t tell me about your dreams. I do not want to hear it.

I hate when my sister tells me she wishes you were her sister. Stop playing Barbie’s with her. Stop being overly nice. I know you are not. I hate when she asks me to do something and I say no and she walks away muttering that you would. Stop complaining about gym class. It’s just gym. Thirty years from now you won’t even remember it. It is not a big deal and definitely not something you should cry about. If you actually tried you would enjoy it. It is fun to laugh over kicking the ball the wrong way. And even better, it’s even more fun to laugh when you realize people are actually mad and taking gym seriously.

I hate when you pull out your cell phone and text while I’m talking to you. It is rude. I hate how you use your mother being sick as an excuse for everything. I hate that you blame every negative thing in your life on you being adopted. It was when you were ten. I understand it makes a difference however not doing your homework can’t be attributed to the way your father treated you when you were five. I hate that I cannot depend on you for anything. I hate that I decorated your locker and you did not even call me on my birthday. But most of all, I hate that I have this need to stay friends with you. I hate that I invited you to my birthday party just because I always do. I hate that I will not tell you that I don’t want you coming over or in my life at all. I hate that I still associate with you just because I don’t feel comfortable telling you I hate you. At one point we were friends, you’ve changed and I don’t like contention. I don’t like drama. I don’t want to cause problems between our mutual friends. You once complimented me and said my greatest strength was my self confidence and my greatest weakness was my passiveness. How I would never tell someone what was bothering me because I didn’t want to cause problems.

Elisabeth *** ***********************

[lizzy16]

I posted this early but it seems to have not went through.

Dear friend,

I hate you. I hate your sarcastic attitude, the words you choose to use and how you treat those around you. You will suddenly blurt something mean about someone passing by and then look around and say “Wait, what?” We all heard you, yet you do your ridiculous look around anyway. While your comments can be, I admit, somewhat funny they are never nice. I always look at you and I will comment about that person, the challenges they may have and how you have no right to judge. And yet, you do anyway. Constantly. I hate the ‘your face’ jokes you tell. I hate that you try to take charge and then brag about your leadership position. You are not a leader. You are someone that tries to bully people into doing what you want. You are a jerk.

I hate your braggy facebook posts. You don’t need to broadcast your amazing “talents” to the world. Those photos you take pretty much suck. You are not amazingly talented. Just because daddy bought you an expensive SLR camera doesn’t mean you know how to take a good picture. Stop asking me what my grade is. We both know my grade is usually higher and yet you comment on your stupidity looking for compliments. Compliment seekers don’t get true meaningful compliments. They get fake ones. Yours are fake. You are fake. You go shopping and buy what your friends say they want. And even worse, you buy it with money you stole from your disabled brothers’ piggy bank.

Stop telling me that you don’t have time for your homework when I know you were watching TV all night. Stop requesting my homework so you can copy it. By now you should know I will never ever give it to you. I actually do my homework instead of wasting my time. The time I went to the bathroom and you went into my backpack for my homework horrified me. You are untrustworthy. You have no respect for people’s beliefs and values.

I hate how you constantly come over without asking. I hate the fact I spend more time with you then all my other friends combined. I hate when my mother says I’m rude and selfish for not wanting to be your friend. I hate when I come home from school and the first thing she asks is if you’re coming over. I hate that you went on a date with my brother and did not tell me. I hate that you think telling me about your infatuation with my brother makes it okay. Please, don’t tell me about your dreams. I do not want to hear it.

I hate when my sister tells me she wishes you were her sister. Stop playing Barbie’s with her. Stop being overly nice. I know you are not. I hate when she asks me to do something and I say no and she walks away muttering that you would. Stop complaining about gym class. It’s just gym. Thirty years from now you won’t even remember it. It is not a big deal and definitely not something you should cry about. If you actually tried you would enjoy it. It is fun to laugh over kicking the ball the wrong way. And even better, it’s even more fun to laugh when you realize people are actually mad and taking gym seriously.

I hate when you pull out your cell phone and text while I’m talking to you. It is rude. I hate how you use your mother being sick as an excuse for everything. I hate that you blame every negative thing in your life on you being adopted. It was when you were ten. I understand it makes a difference however not doing your homework can’t be attributed to the way your father treated you when you were five. I hate that I cannot depend on you for anything. I hate that I decorated your locker and you did not even call me on my birthday. But most of all, I hate that I have this need to stay friends with you. I hate that I invited you to my birthday party just because I always do. I hate that I will not tell you that I don’t want you coming over or in my life at all. I hate that I still associate with you just because I don’t feel comfortable telling you I hate you. At one point we were friends, you’ve changed and I don’t like contention. I don’t like drama. I don’t wan

t to cause problems between our mutual friends. You once complimented me and said my greatest strength was my self confidence and my greatest weakness was my passiveness. How I would never tell someone what was bothering me because I didn’t want to cause problems.

Elisabeth