Admittedly, I'm stealing this idea from the kids over at the Last Plane to Jakarta boards, but only because I like it so much.
Ehem.
Dear TV's Danny Masterson,
Congratulations on being a complete factory wrapped douche. As much as I wholeheartedly enjoy being talked down to at my workplace, I should point out that I do, in fact, know how to do my job, and while I understand that you are from Hollywood and thereby Very Important and Famous, there are still some things I need to ask you before you bring your entourage into my club field-trip styleee. In the future, please take a chill pill and try not to be an utter snot to people who are just trying to help you. And maybe inform your friends that repeatedly paying with $100 bills is not so cool.
Also, sunglasses in a dark rock club, WTF?
All the best,
Christine
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Dear Grad School,
Can you please remind me why I applied to you again? Because I'm starting to feel like you are the worst idea I've ever had.
Signed,
Disillusioned
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Dear Boy I Like,
Let's make out again, yeah? Like tonight?
Respectfully yours,
Christine