Dear Mosquito on my desk,
The two of us may share the desk and the view from the window, but, it does not mean you can cross boundaries at your behest. The cold coffee kept on this table is for me and not for you. Presently, I have covered the mug with a paper and I can see you are walking all over the paper searching for the froth. I don't know if it is written on which wall or which stone, but, I do know that it is written on this blog that I will not part with my coffee with you. That coffee is for me.
Your accommodating desk mate,
Sleepyface
5 comments:
I have a name and I'd rather you address me by my name. I'm not just any mosquito you'd meet on your food. I deserve some respect and I will not tolerate this treatment from you. If you want to fight, confront me instead of whining in your blog.
As far as the desk and the boundaries that you have whined about are concerned, I am well within my boundary. You place yours on the chair, the desk part is mine. I'm sharpening my knives
Thanks. First, it is not likely that everyone would be able to read this letter from you and connect. So, I have taken a liberty, for the benefit of my 2 readers and for the important reason of giving you space in my blog, I have made your letter my blog post.
Second, no cold coffee for you. That coffee is mine.
Whiner. *twists face-eyes-sticking-tongue-out* that coffee is mine.
Lets see.
:)
rofl
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