Breakups, and Reunions
Feb. 19th, 2010 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teagueDear Daytona Beach, Florida,
We've had a good run, and I guess you still have a chance to get me back, but honestly? You're too expensive. I mean, you're exciting. No doubt. And you're beautiful. I wish I didn't have to go, but sometimes it's just a case of not being able to grow together. I hope we can remain friends, and if the time is right, maybe we can get back together.
Love, Me.
Dear Coral Beach Motel,
Things started well. I'll admit you're one of the best jobs I ever had. We had some laughs, for sure. I'd like to say the breakup is due to the breakup with Daytona Beach, but honestly? I'm unsure. Things have been getting a bit twitchy between us lately. New elements, like the addition of the new general manager, who's obsessed with cost cutting, have made things strained. I'm not sure we would have made it much longer anyway. Still, I learned a lot, and I want to acknowledge that.
With Affection, Me.
Dear Extra 20 Pounds,
Oh, it was my fault. Things were chaotic after Dragoncon, and then the Holidays. I needed and indulged in the kind of self comforting behavior that let you back in the door. I got lazy. Well, I like myself better without you. That's not to say I hate myself with you, but yeah, I like myself better without you. I feel more accomplished, and more in control of myself. So, we're breaking up, and you can go. It won't be a fast process. I realize that. However, as of right now, I am implementing the behaviors needed to get you back out of my life. More exercise, less eating a pound of pasta, and more salad and fresh veggies. So.. Your days are numbered.
No Love For You, Me.
Dear Bank of America,
I'm not sure if we will ever be truly able to separate for a long time. We're kind of bound by my mother, like an arranged marriage. I will say this, though. As soon as I can, I'm taking away as much financial aid from you as possible. You're part of the big banking system that yet still has not cleaned up it's act, and still follows policies that helped the world into the shape it's in. Also, with the exception of one very nice assistant bank manager, your customer policies suck balls. I hate the way your website will say one thing, but the actual bank computers will say another. How *dare* you be confusing! You're shit. I hate you. I want to matronize a smaller local bank when we get settled again. We'll be holding auditions. I imagine you won't even much notice. Oh well.
Seriously, no love, Me.
Dear Cable Company,
In a world of streaming webcasting, and Netflicks coming to the computer, and gaming system, you are beginning to feel overpriced and bloated. You're on notice!
Not that loyal to you, Me.
Dear LaGrange, Georgia,
Ok, you and I have had some issues in the past. Truth is I'm still not real sure about you. However you are coming up lately with enough positive points that I'm hoping we can make another go of it. While you're not as lovely as my Daytona, you certainly are more economical. If you treat me, and mine right, I think we can get our strained relationship started again. You have my family, and several of my friends on your side, so let's see what we can do to reunite.
Love? Me.
We've had a good run, and I guess you still have a chance to get me back, but honestly? You're too expensive. I mean, you're exciting. No doubt. And you're beautiful. I wish I didn't have to go, but sometimes it's just a case of not being able to grow together. I hope we can remain friends, and if the time is right, maybe we can get back together.
Love, Me.
Dear Coral Beach Motel,
Things started well. I'll admit you're one of the best jobs I ever had. We had some laughs, for sure. I'd like to say the breakup is due to the breakup with Daytona Beach, but honestly? I'm unsure. Things have been getting a bit twitchy between us lately. New elements, like the addition of the new general manager, who's obsessed with cost cutting, have made things strained. I'm not sure we would have made it much longer anyway. Still, I learned a lot, and I want to acknowledge that.
With Affection, Me.
Dear Extra 20 Pounds,
Oh, it was my fault. Things were chaotic after Dragoncon, and then the Holidays. I needed and indulged in the kind of self comforting behavior that let you back in the door. I got lazy. Well, I like myself better without you. That's not to say I hate myself with you, but yeah, I like myself better without you. I feel more accomplished, and more in control of myself. So, we're breaking up, and you can go. It won't be a fast process. I realize that. However, as of right now, I am implementing the behaviors needed to get you back out of my life. More exercise, less eating a pound of pasta, and more salad and fresh veggies. So.. Your days are numbered.
No Love For You, Me.
Dear Bank of America,
I'm not sure if we will ever be truly able to separate for a long time. We're kind of bound by my mother, like an arranged marriage. I will say this, though. As soon as I can, I'm taking away as much financial aid from you as possible. You're part of the big banking system that yet still has not cleaned up it's act, and still follows policies that helped the world into the shape it's in. Also, with the exception of one very nice assistant bank manager, your customer policies suck balls. I hate the way your website will say one thing, but the actual bank computers will say another. How *dare* you be confusing! You're shit. I hate you. I want to matronize a smaller local bank when we get settled again. We'll be holding auditions. I imagine you won't even much notice. Oh well.
Seriously, no love, Me.
Dear Cable Company,
In a world of streaming webcasting, and Netflicks coming to the computer, and gaming system, you are beginning to feel overpriced and bloated. You're on notice!
Not that loyal to you, Me.
Dear LaGrange, Georgia,
Ok, you and I have had some issues in the past. Truth is I'm still not real sure about you. However you are coming up lately with enough positive points that I'm hoping we can make another go of it. While you're not as lovely as my Daytona, you certainly are more economical. If you treat me, and mine right, I think we can get our strained relationship started again. You have my family, and several of my friends on your side, so let's see what we can do to reunite.
Love? Me.
