Memo(s)

[whitereflection]

Dear work:
D: D:D: You've sputtered my cheerful and made me stressy. You suck.
--me (*hates*)


Dear me:
Annoying git.
--me (*annoyed*)


Dear French (i.e.language):
WTF? That volume numeration makes no sense. Why does 50 or 59 or 60 or 69 look normal, but 70 look like 60+11? And what I guess to be 75 like 60+15? My one quarter of you back in seventh grade is not sufficient for you to be giving me such bindery problems. D:
--me (*perplexed*)


Dear Babelfish and Google translation thingy:
You're of no help. Bah.
--me (*frustrated*)


Dear stuff on my desk:
Go away. Quit multiplying. New books are slow, why is there so much of you?
--me (*flaily*)


Dear me (again):
No, no hugs for j00. No leanings either. Deal.
--me (*whiny*)