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Dec. 3rd, 2003 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
c9Dear Dr. Phil
I appear to have been tarred with a passive aggressive brush. 'twas not my intention, and it appears that *everyone* I know has skeletons in their closets they thought I was unearthing. Sheesh. It's like that Simpsons episode with Mr X's website.
"Welcome to the Island."
"I am not a number! I am not-- oh wait, I'm number five."
I've learned, again, that I should shut the hell up. I tend to relearn this over and over, either with a new circle of friends / city, or every five years. What is it that always makes me want to make EVERYONE get along? I should have been a social worker. Or possibly a garbage man (Dilbert reference).
Signed,
Running Out Of Advice Columnists To Write To
I appear to have been tarred with a passive aggressive brush. 'twas not my intention, and it appears that *everyone* I know has skeletons in their closets they thought I was unearthing. Sheesh. It's like that Simpsons episode with Mr X's website.
"Welcome to the Island."
"I am not a number! I am not-- oh wait, I'm number five."
I've learned, again, that I should shut the hell up. I tend to relearn this over and over, either with a new circle of friends / city, or every five years. What is it that always makes me want to make EVERYONE get along? I should have been a social worker. Or possibly a garbage man (Dilbert reference).
Signed,
Running Out Of Advice Columnists To Write To
