Poking mail
Feb. 13th, 2006 08:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperTwo Blood Donation begging letters here :
One from the time I tried to donate at Sky business park, couldn't due to arsing up of paperwork at the time, and they still send me letters for that region. It was years ago, too. You'd think they'd notice all my blood giving is in Tilehurst. Other letter is from there, whining 'why haven't you given recently?'
I give blood. I like giving blood, I give it religiously, to the point I feel guilt pangs at any point when I contemplate getting that longed-for fourth tattoo. (I've wanted tattoos since I was a child, and would like something that had thought and design put into it, unlike my other three, which were a matter of stumbling into the tattoo shop and going '.... that one'.) However, I'm sitting here feeling petty and vindictive, going 'well, the last two times I tried, you wouldn't let me!' First, dentist, which is admittedly reasonable due to blood getting shed when teeth cleaned, but second, they were turning people away at the door. I couldn't get in to even give details.
Other stuff, shed a couple of people and groups from flist i hadn't actually consciously done anything more than skim recently. Then looked at the people out there who've friended me who I don't know, went to look at their journals, and couldn't figure out for the life of me why they had. I blather, haven't produced fic in a while, I couldn't even see any common interests. And went 'o-kaaaaay....'
One from the time I tried to donate at Sky business park, couldn't due to arsing up of paperwork at the time, and they still send me letters for that region. It was years ago, too. You'd think they'd notice all my blood giving is in Tilehurst. Other letter is from there, whining 'why haven't you given recently?'
I give blood. I like giving blood, I give it religiously, to the point I feel guilt pangs at any point when I contemplate getting that longed-for fourth tattoo. (I've wanted tattoos since I was a child, and would like something that had thought and design put into it, unlike my other three, which were a matter of stumbling into the tattoo shop and going '.... that one'.) However, I'm sitting here feeling petty and vindictive, going 'well, the last two times I tried, you wouldn't let me!' First, dentist, which is admittedly reasonable due to blood getting shed when teeth cleaned, but second, they were turning people away at the door. I couldn't get in to even give details.
Other stuff, shed a couple of people and groups from flist i hadn't actually consciously done anything more than skim recently. Then looked at the people out there who've friended me who I don't know, went to look at their journals, and couldn't figure out for the life of me why they had. I blather, haven't produced fic in a while, I couldn't even see any common interests. And went 'o-kaaaaay....'
