I started this as a way to vent- and it seems other people appreciated it, so now I am formalizing my letters to some of the unloved in the world. They must be unloved or someone else would have told them this stuff already.
8/11/09
spooky
Dear Dude walking down the long creepy hallway behind me as I proceed from one office to the other, with a drink in his hand:
The loud thud of each step mixed with the gasp after every sip of your drink just makes you sound like an oddly dehydrated villain in a bad horror flick.
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