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Hair Gel In Moderation

There are many things in life we should do in moderation, hair gel is one of them.

That is so unnecessaryDear Pedestrian:

What a hard worker you are, dedicated to your appearance, paying close attention to details. I applaud your resilience, for it must have taken hours with your hands above your head to come up with the stone-like sculpture atop your head. Although I appreciate the work of art I do not appreciate the fire hazard you caused. Had I lit my cigarette and your hair caught fire the city would have blown. You should have thought about your fellow man before plastering your hair with flammable materials. How selfish of you to put style before safety.

Had a tsunami hit, your hair would still be sound as cement. The buildings would have toppled, the ground split open, the seas given up its fish onto the land but your hair would have remained as it was this morning. I am sure the thought would bring a smile of pride to your face. Oh, I understand the need for manageable hair, I really do but that amount of gel is unnecessary. The next time you wish to use that much gel think of Michael Jackson. MJ’s experience was more like a grease fire but you, no you used highly combustible gels with fumes sure to ignite simply because I lit Camel Menthol Full Flavor Kings. Do you realize not even “stop, drop and roll” would have helped you? Please, oh I say please, always think of safety before beauty.

Sincerely,

Citizen Insane

Hair Gel In Moderation – Monday, August 11, 2008-6:33PM EST

White Van

Dear Sirs in the white van,

I’m sorry I acted ugly at the grocery store today. When you pulled up behind me and stopped I panicked and spilled profanities. This isn’t because I don’t like people that drive your type of vehicle, it’s because I’ve seen stuff like this on Dateline. I’m not sure what your intentions were but the look on your faces was priceless. You seem to wonder how a short, chubby chick such as myself could muster that kind of attitude in a split second. As the first man exited the van to get into his parked truck he had a good sense of humor about the ordeal. I still wonder if his narrowly missing my car while backing out was payback for me saying how much I’m sick of people bothering me and how the crime rate is ridiculous and criminals should be shot while hanging from the nearest tree. I apologize deeply for insulting your manhood. I’m just happy I decided to leave your mother out of it. What we three learned about this is that you can never really be sure what another person is going to do AND you can’t expect to pull up behind someone in a white van (which is often used in homicidal crime sprees) without getting cussed the effe out.

Again, I apologize from the bottom of my heart,

Sincerely,
Citizen Insane

Dear Blog,

Don’t ever leave me again, don’t you know I have abandonment issues? You can’t just space out and go on the fritz when you feel like it. What do you think this is? Did you think I’d just wait on you to get your cyberspace act together? I sat, twittled my thumbs, sighed, huffed and did a bit of moaning. After all of that you decided to just come right back up like nothing was ever wrong. You act like you never left at all. Well listen here, I’ll tell you something Mr. Blog! Damn you for going down! Damn you! I needed you and you were not there for me. I depended upon you and you went away. In my time of need, when I needed to hear the clickity clack of puffy fingers on a keyboard where were you? Huh? You were off with your bloggidy head in the cyber clouds. Now you’re back and I’m just to accept you with open arms? Damn you for knowing I would.

Joan of Arc, relieved to be back blogging.

Dear Harley Davidson

Dear Harley Davidson

Wednesday April 30, 2008 at approximately 2:50PM the unspeakable happened. I was on my way to therapy (thank God because I needed a professional’s help to process what I saw) when out of the corner of my eye was a man who took one of your bikes, painted it cobalt blue then added orange, yellow and red flames. The offender even had a cobalt blue helmet with a flame on the side. I am so sorry this has happened. The only thing that could have made this day worse for me would have been had the offender spun his back tire on the head of a beautiful sunflower. Had said offender done this I’d be in a total state of shock and unable to report his heinous acts against your company and all who appreciate your products. Continue reading ‘Dear Harley Davidson’

Dear John of CarrotsHiccups.com

John
carrothiccups dot com

I’ve been getting carrot hiccups for years. Well my wife, Carol, decided to look it up and found your site. I agree that there should be a site to support this odd affliction, and since I’m into blogging and have the carrot hiccups I’ll pick up the gauntlet and start the blog. I just ordered the domain and am waiting for it to resolve. carrothiccups dot com will be up soon. Give it a few days. Of course “The People Behind My Eyes” blog will have an honored spot in the links portion of the new Carrot Hiccups site. So please drop buy and share.
JP
From Hiccups and Carrots Support Group, 2008/04/24 at 7:20 PM

Dear Johnny P,

I feel I deserve a bit more as I’ve been supporting your hiccup group for quite some time. I believe some sort of certificate, some sort of award (preferably monetary) would be more appropriate than a link. Who was there for all you carrots and hiccups people when no one else was? Me. That’s right, me! Who stayed up with you in the middle of the night talking you through the hard hiccup times? Me. And who gave you a place to congregate, to come together for support, understanding, validation? Me. That’s right, Me. And you want to offer a mere link? My gracious, how ungrateful. All the years I’ve poured into Hiccups and Carrots Anonymous and you want to give me a link! All the blood, sweat and tears reduced to a link. That’s what I get for trying to help. I’m nearly swept to the corner instead of hailed like the queen I am. So much for my carrots and hiccups kingdom. There’s been a revolution, my reign is over. Damn you JP. Damn you! Rebel! (Austin stomps off in a huff)

Really though, thanks for dropping by. You gave me a laugh. All you carrots and hiccups people are still welcome at The People Behind My Eyes cause I’m sure you’ve got more problems than hiccups, most people do. Read here about abuse recovery and mental health awareness. See art, read poetry and everyday life entries. Welcome all, the recovered and still recovering from hiccups or whatever. Sit back and get ready. I intend to make you think. Welcome to Sundrip Journals.

Austin

Leave My Duck Alone

Grace and PEZ the Duck

Dear Gracie,

You are in violation of your lease. All renters are strictly prohibited from sleeping with any little ducks. Please refer to page 52 of your rental agreement concerning the “No Ducks” policy. The “No Ducks” section is kitty-corner from the sections that discuss allowed frequency of hairballs, prohibition from sneezing on me and the section concerning not pawing at my eyeballs while I’m in REM cycle. If you scan down to paragraph 6 in the “No Ducks” section you’ll see clearly that you’ve violated your lease. This is your second violation concerning said duck. Page 85 of your rental agreement discusses the consequences of having two strikes against your lease. So that you can continue to rent from Austin Housing Inc please make sure 1) your rent is on time and in full and 2) that you keep your paws off all little ducks.

Sincerely,
Your landlord
Austin

A Little Boy’s Charm

Dear Dr. D

Although I find your boyish-like ways charming there are a few things we need to address. I’m okay with how your left shoe is always untied but the hole in your sock on Monday was over the top. I’m okay with the stubble you’ve clearly not bothered to shave and the fact that you walk into my session still chewing the last bit of your lunch. These things make you human to me. I’m able to see you as anyone else. These flaws of yours actually help but yesterday when you failed to wash your hands after lunch I was just grossed out. Orange finger tips from your cheese puffs in addition to the hole in the sock of your untied shoe really made the session difficult for me to concentrate. Please do not make me call your mother and tell her the little boy she raised never grew up and might need help again with the basics. Please do not make me bring in baby wipes. I’ll do it.

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