The Monday Morning Bitchfest Letters

I am crabbycakes today.

Dear Coworkers:

Please do not confuse my presence here this morning with my being awake.  It does not work that way.  I even took the bus in so that I could continue sleeping instead of having to drive.  So stop asking me to do stuff.  I don’t call you when you’re asleep, do I?

Resentfully,
KarmaCat

Dear Local News Station:

Please stop with the flashback segments.  I do not watch the news to learn what happened 22 years ago.  The word “news” implies new, as in recent.  Twenty-two years ago is hardly recent.  Not new.  Please stop.

Many thanks,
K

Dear Republicans,

You lost.  Get over it.  I am sick of your sniveling, sour grapes commentaries.  Seriously, am I going to have to listen to your crap for the next four years?  What a bunch of sore losers.  Sometimes it sucks to have such a sense of entitlement, doesn’t it?

Hugs and kisses,
Moi

Kthxbai.

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