Dear You...

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Ok, you passive-aggressive cry-babies. I know everyone here has somethin' they'd love to say to someone but can't 'cause they're weenies.

So this is a game where ya get to do it. Write a "Dear You..." letter to the person above you and get it off your chest. I don't give a @*&# how nasty it is. Hell, I'll even let ya write a damn love letter if that's what ya want.

The point is, tell the person above you what ya think of 'em. And since I'm the brilliant one that came up with the only thing that's gonna keep us from goin' nutso on this god-forsaken place, I get to go first.


Dear Tinkerbell,

Thanks a lot, Wonder-tits. Thanks to you messin' with my gun, I nearly got my @*# killed by some religious nutcase.

Hope you die in a fire,

Sawyer

Comments

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Dear Sawyer,

You know maybe people wouldn't think you were such an ass if you could stop making them feel like crap for about oh five seconds? Hope you won't wait another year before you do something approaching nice for somebody again.

Kate.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Dear Kate,

We're cool.

Paco.

[birthmural]

Dear Sawyer,

Burn in Hell.

Son of Satan

[deputyjo.livejournal.com]

Dear Satan Person,

You were suppose to reply to Kate.

FAIL

Cheers!
Jo

[birthmural]

My apologies, let me amend.

Go to purgatory.

Son of Satan

[kaya-waterwave.livejournal.com]

Dear Damion,

Word gets around. If I hear you do anything semi-violent to one of my friends again, especially if they're little girls, Satan will have a son with a trident fused where the sun doesn't shine.

No love,
Katara