Dear X:

[CeriseNoire]

Dear X,

I truly owe you an enormous debt of gratitude. But I'll never admit it to you.



---

Dear Jet Blue,

Getting me to Newark Airport at 1:30am when I'd been up since 5am on Thursday was not nice at all. Getting me back at OIA a half hour early almost make me forgive you though. Almost.

Cerise

 

[Guest]

dear j,
please resurface soon.
i miss you & really need u right now.


c

 

[DesertPirate]

dear j,
please resurface soon.
i miss you & really need u right now.


c

*Hugs*

 

[Tarakin]

dear j,
please resurface soon.
i miss you & really need u right now.


c

* Hugs *

 

[starrkers]

Dear weather gods,
Please give it a rest for a few hours. Turn all the wind and rain and cold and filth back on about 2.30pm, make it twice as bad if you want. But please, let the boys play soccer in relative comfort.

Thanks,
mum

 

[christabelll]

why am I still sick?
why am I still running a fever?
after 5 courses in anti botics I should be better!!!
why does my head still feel like a war zone?
how come nothing seems to be working except the mortal drain on my resources?

if I sue my employer for wrongful termination will I win? Is it worth the fucking effort?

make the pain stop!

 

[impressive]

Dear Self,

Stop dreaming and go back to sleep.

~ Imp

 

[Belegon]

Dear Self,

Stop dreaming and go back to sleep.

~ Imp

Dream of me and come to bed here...

 

[FunwithRyleigh]

Dear people that drive slow in the fast lane,

You make me cuss almost every day! I HATE driving slow in the fast lane! Figure out that there are 10 cars jammed behind you and move over.

Oh - and to those that get a buddy involved - and drive slowly -SIDE BY SIDE - WTF!!!

Drive as slowly as you want - just not in front of me! PLEASE!!

Ok - thanks.

Hugs and kisses.

 

[Tarakin]

why am I still sick?
why am I still running a fever?
after 5 courses in anti botics I should be better!!!
why does my head still feel like a war zone?
how come nothing seems to be working except the mortal drain on my resources?

if I sue my employer for wrongful termination will I win? Is it worth the fucking effort?

make the pain stop!

* Hugs *
Get well soon

 

[damppanties]

Dear Ms. April,

I have no words. You are so amazing.

Thank you. So much.


-Me, with the 4 "s"es.

ps. I always thought Dear X letters are not for me. See what you've driven me to?

 

[Just-Legal]

why am I still sick?
why am I still running a fever?
after 5 courses in anti botics I should be better!!!
why does my head still feel like a war zone?
how come nothing seems to be working except the mortal drain on my resources?

if I sue my employer for wrongful termination will I win? Is it worth the fucking effort?

make the pain stop!

Dear Christa

*love*

JL

 

[christabelll]

Thanks Tarakin, Just Legal






Dear Lord and Lady of Light,
Whats the deal here? Since that day you held me in my dreams as my world crumbled to ashes, my life has been fraught with strain, stress, grief, sorrow, guit, terror, doubt, fear, anguish, joy, happiness and fun (rather limited juxtaposition don't you think?).

And now, this endless illness, that saps the will, the light,that tires the brain and fogs the mind. It drains the spirit and weighs the body down. Twists my limbs and features with extreme pain and nausea. What is that thing growing in my back? What has taken root just behind my heart and grown with swelling tentacles into my spine? Is this the root of it all? Is this the bottom line? Is this how you will take me out when all the other times, that I have stood on the brink of journeying home again, I have chosen to remain here and now - to continue what ever purpose I was put here for?

Tell me this is just an annoyance that is easily dealt with. Tell me this is something that can be treated without killing me. I guess its pretty obvious I'm terrified. Quietly yet, but I can feel it gathering, as the waiting for final analysis stretches interminably long. Is this the transient spot that dissappeared last summer come back like a succubi feasting on the intransigent and fierce beating of my heart? PLEASE - dont let it be the big C again. Twice in one life is enough. I don't want to leave my babies behind. Make my fears groundless and a silly over reaction. I dont want to leave Gentleman Scoundrel behind either.

Is my job really that close to being done? It certainly doesnt feel like it. I may feel half dead - but I am ALIVE with dreams and ambitions and hopes and goals. I just wanted to get rid of my endless migraine. I really didnt want to see that thing burrowing through my tissues and bones. I cannot UN-SEE what I've seen. Damnit.

Please- please - no promises as usual - but please make it okay.

 

[Just-Legal]

Thanks Tarakin, Just Legal






Dear Lord and Lady of Light,
Whats the deal here? Since that day you held me in my dreams as my world crumbled to ashes, my life has been fraught with strain, stress, grief, sorrow, guit, terror, doubt, fear, anguish, joy, happiness and fun (rather limited juxtaposition don't you think?).

And now, this endless illness, that saps the will, the light,that tires the brain and fogs the mind. It drains the spirit and weighs the body down. Twists my limbs and features with extreme pain and nausea. What is that thing growing in my back? What has taken root just behind my heart and grown with swelling tentacles into my spine? Is this the root of it all? Is this the bottom line? Is this how you will take me out when all the other times, that I have stood on the brink of journeying home again, I have chosen to remain here and now - to continue what ever purpose I was put here for?

Tell me this is just an annoyance that is easily dealt with. Tell me this is something that can be treated without killing me. I guess its pretty obvious I'm terrified. Quietly yet, but I can feel it gathering, as the waiting for final analysis stretches interminably long. Is this the transient spot that dissappeared last summer come back like a succubi feasting on the intransigent and fierce beating of my heart? PLEASE - dont let it be the big C again. Twice in one life is enough. I don't want to leave my babies behind. Make my fears groundless and a silly over reaction. I dont want to leave Gentleman Scoundrel behind either.

Is my job really that close to being done? It certainly doesnt feel like it. I may feel half dead - but I am ALIVE with dreams and ambitions and hopes and goals. I just wanted to get rid of my endless migraine. I really didnt want to see that thing burrowing through my tissues and bones. I cannot UN-SEE what I've seen. Damnit.

Please- please - no promises as usual - but please make it okay.

Dear Christa

Oh love... *cuddles* I'm thinking of you, okay?

Helen x

 

[LadyCibelle]

Thanks Tarakin, Just Legal






Dear Lord and Lady of Light,
Whats the deal here? Since that day you held me in my dreams as my world crumbled to ashes, my life has been fraught with strain, stress, grief, sorrow, guit, terror, doubt, fear, anguish, joy, happiness and fun (rather limited juxtaposition don't you think?).

And now, this endless illness, that saps the will, the light,that tires the brain and fogs the mind. It drains the spirit and weighs the body down. Twists my limbs and features with extreme pain and nausea. What is that thing growing in my back? What has taken root just behind my heart and grown with swelling tentacles into my spine? Is this the root of it all? Is this the bottom line? Is this how you will take me out when all the other times, that I have stood on the brink of journeying home again, I have chosen to remain here and now - to continue what ever purpose I was put here for?

Tell me this is just an annoyance that is easily dealt with. Tell me this is something that can be treated without killing me. I guess its pretty obvious I'm terrified. Quietly yet, but I can feel it gathering, as the waiting for final analysis stretches interminably long. Is this the transient spot that dissappeared last summer come back like a succubi feasting on the intransigent and fierce beating of my heart? PLEASE - dont let it be the big C again. Twice in one life is enough. I don't want to leave my babies behind. Make my fears groundless and a silly over reaction. I dont want to leave Gentleman Scoundrel behind either.

Is my job really that close to being done? It certainly doesnt feel like it. I may feel half dead - but I am ALIVE with dreams and ambitions and hopes and goals. I just wanted to get rid of my endless migraine. I really didnt want to see that thing burrowing through my tissues and bones. I cannot UN-SEE what I've seen. Damnit.

Please- please - no promises as usual - but please make it okay.

Dear Christa

Mere words cannot say how sad I am for you and that I'm sharing your scare too. You've been nothing but a goodness sent to me, you listened, understood and comforted me when I needed it.

Just know that I'm here for you, even if it's just to shoot the shit and listen to you. I'm there, willing to listen and try and comfort you.

I cannot believe that your work out here is done. I won't accept it.

You have so much more caring, love and joy to give to the world.

Take care, sweet. You're in my thoughts (when they're not overridden by brain fog or stoned out from the medication.)

 

[Guest]

Thanks Tarakin, Just Legal






Dear Lord and Lady of Light,
Whats the deal here? Since that day you held me in my dreams as my world crumbled to ashes, my life has been fraught with strain, stress, grief, sorrow, guit, terror, doubt, fear, anguish, joy, happiness and fun (rather limited juxtaposition don't you think?).

And now, this endless illness, that saps the will, the light,that tires the brain and fogs the mind. It drains the spirit and weighs the body down. Twists my limbs and features with extreme pain and nausea. What is that thing growing in my back? What has taken root just behind my heart and grown with swelling tentacles into my spine? Is this the root of it all? Is this the bottom line? Is this how you will take me out when all the other times, that I have stood on the brink of journeying home again, I have chosen to remain here and now - to continue what ever purpose I was put here for?

Tell me this is just an annoyance that is easily dealt with. Tell me this is something that can be treated without killing me. I guess its pretty obvious I'm terrified. Quietly yet, but I can feel it gathering, as the waiting for final analysis stretches interminably long. Is this the transient spot that dissappeared last summer come back like a succubi feasting on the intransigent and fierce beating of my heart? PLEASE - dont let it be the big C again. Twice in one life is enough. I don't want to leave my babies behind. Make my fears groundless and a silly over reaction. I dont want to leave Gentleman Scoundrel behind either.

Is my job really that close to being done? It certainly doesnt feel like it. I may feel half dead - but I am ALIVE with dreams and ambitions and hopes and goals. I just wanted to get rid of my endless migraine. I really didnt want to see that thing burrowing through my tissues and bones. I cannot UN-SEE what I've seen. Damnit.

Please- please - no promises as usual - but please make it okay.

dear christa

*holding you close*

you're in my thoughts

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Lord and Lady of Light,
Whats the deal here? Since that day you held me in my dreams as my world crumbled to ashes, my life has been fraught with strain, stress, grief, sorrow, guit, terror, doubt, fear, anguish, joy, happiness and fun (rather limited juxtaposition don't you think?).

And now, this endless illness, that saps the will, the light,that tires the brain and fogs the mind. It drains the spirit and weighs the body down. Twists my limbs and features with extreme pain and nausea. What is that thing growing in my back? What has taken root just behind my heart and grown with swelling tentacles into my spine? Is this the root of it all? Is this the bottom line? Is this how you will take me out when all the other times, that I have stood on the brink of journeying home again, I have chosen to remain here and now - to continue what ever purpose I was put here for?

Tell me this is just an annoyance that is easily dealt with. Tell me this is something that can be treated without killing me. I guess its pretty obvious I'm terrified. Quietly yet, but I can feel it gathering, as the waiting for final analysis stretches interminably long. Is this the transient spot that dissappeared last summer come back like a succubi feasting on the intransigent and fierce beating of my heart? PLEASE - dont let it be the big C again. Twice in one life is enough. I don't want to leave my babies behind. Make my fears groundless and a silly over reaction. I dont want to leave Gentleman Scoundrel behind either.

Is my job really that close to being done? It certainly doesnt feel like it. I may feel half dead - but I am ALIVE with dreams and ambitions and hopes and goals. I just wanted to get rid of my endless migraine. I really didnt want to see that thing burrowing through my tissues and bones. I cannot UN-SEE what I've seen. Damnit.

Please- please - no promises as usual - but please make it okay.

* Hugs *

 

[christabelll]

You are all so awesome to me!
Thank you so much for the kind wishes.
I blurted it all out cuz it was eating me alive - still waiting on the "formal" results.
I am seeing Doc again today and probably the Neurosurgeon Friday or Monday.
Just damned tired of it all and somehow I have to find the strength and the courage to go through even more.
Cant I have just ONE year with nothing wrong with me health wise?

 

[DesertPirate]

You are all so awesome to me!
Thank you so much for the kind wishes.
I blurted it all out cuz it was eating me alive - still waiting on the "formal" results.
I am seeing Doc again today and probably the Neurosurgeon Friday or Monday.
Just damned tired of it all and somehow I have to find the strength and the courage to go through even more.
Cant I have just ONE year with nothing wrong with me health wise?

Hugs and Hope
x 12

 

[Chantilyvamp]

christa *hugs tight*

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Dear you,

What terrible, disgusting, unforgivable thing have i done in my life to deserve a mother like you?

Me.

 

[slyc_willie]

Dear New Apartment;

I love you.

I can't wait to get you all those wonderful things that will make you truly beautiful, supportive, and cozy. I'm thinking IKEA. Hope you like.

--Me.

 

[cloudy]

Dear New House Gods,

Can this one go through please? I honestly don't like it anywhere near as much as the one we almost had that burned, but this one will do, even if the floorplan is a little strange.

Please?

Cloudy

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Dear Christa,

*hugs* I hope you get some relief very soon.

 

[Tarakin]

Dear you,

What terrible, disgusting, unforgivable thing have i done in my life to deserve a mother like you?

Me.

* Hugs tightly *