Dear X:

Dear P,

If you are lurking then you are evil. If you ARE lurking then i would LOVE to know the level of determination it is taking to NOT come online, on msn or reply to my email. I bet you're struggling :D-i HOPE you are struggling if you are lurking.

If you are not lurking then i expect you to at least come and say goodnight. And maybe a kiss...but only a quick one else i wont let you go.

Idhar aao jaan...meri pass lehto...

:kiss:

Gracie
 
Dear Veronica

Perhaps that fuckbuddy thing that you keep encouraging is not such a bad thing. Even if we often hate each other's guts. It makes for some interesting sex and will take pressure off both of us in our love/sex lives, making both of us calmer and less horny.
 
darkerdreamer said:
R,

I would have torn my very soul out if you would have only asked. If you told me the only way to make it work would be to count every star, I'd start tonight. I only needed a few more months, tomorrow really was going to be different this time, but that is a tired line. Most of all, I would have never been what you needed and deserved, no matter how much I tried. A goodbye would have been nice.

-2D

:rose:
 
Dear Girl-Who-Worked-on-the-Third-Floor-of-My-Old-Office-Building,

I have to say, you really know how to egofuck a guy. I spent the greater portion of a year trying to get a little attention without being sleazy. You smiled at me a lot, so I figured it wasn't entirely unappreciated. But still, you never gave me a single word when I tried to flex my game. Not even a damn hello.

How could I possibly feel like more of an ass? Well, you showed me exactly how.

It came about ten months into my attempted flirtation. Yeah, that was when I saw you walking down the hall to the lobby...

speaking in sign language with your friend.

Sincerely,
Red-faced-asshole

(P.S. I should have got your cell-phone number so I could have text-messaged you :D)
 
Dear Person In The Car Behind Me,

I realize you think it was a boon to you that you got an entire tank full of gas for free but I wonder if you really believe that it was just a "one off" or if someone had made a mistake and you totally stold that money.

I'm sure that in the grand scheme of things you could care less but I'm here to tell you that your $25.01 purchase cost me another $22.00 in over draft fees. So, this brings your tank of gas to $47.01.

The only thing that will make me feel better about you capitalizing on my mistake is if your fucking car would break down in the middle of rush hour with you sitting naked behind the wheel with your loving sheep bleeting beside you.

I thoroughly believe that you are the sort of person who tends to emulate the tough guy persona but deep down inside, you are a squirming little girl. No, I'm not above name calling right now, fucktard. It'll take the sting away if I call you names if only in this message.

Ok. I feel slightly better now.
v~
 
Dear Tree,

I just wanted to thank you for taking that extra little bit of effort to hold onto your limb before the wind ripped it off. Had you not done so it would have certainly done some nasty damage to my car. I'm sorry for your loss, and am humbled by your heroic actions.

Yours thankfully,
Trom

Dear Wind,

What's up with you lately? Don't you realize you're causing serious harm? Don't you care that some poor defenseless tree lost almost half it's mass because of you? do you even realize my car could have been totalled? Not to mention the traffic problems this is going to cause. If you're trying to impress people then good job, but you've taken it a bit too far. Time to chill out.

Sincerely,
Trom
 
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Dear A,

Would you please stop being so friendly, interested and nice when you drop your daughter off? I find it hard to think around you and I am not doing my job properly when my knees are week because of you! Plus all my colleaues know about my crush on you and it's getting embarassing. So please, could you be in a rush or a little distant every once in a while beacuse going dizzy three times a week when you walk through the door is really not helping me stay concentrated on my job!

Elsie :rose:

xxx
 
Dear Grandad,

I miss you. I wish you were here, and I hope you can see what I've done with my life since you left. I hope you know that I got another job and that I'm doing ok. I also hope you know I love you loads.

I'm sorry I didn't say good-bye that last time and that I didn't tell you how much I loved you. I hope you didn't see how upset, angry and frightened i was to see you lying there so small, fragile and ill. Mum had warned me but in my heart of hearts I never could have believed that someone so strong could look so weak and it took me by surprise.

I wish I could talk rowing with you, I think you'd be really pleased that I found a sport and that I was gaining a whole new level of technical knowledge. I know you loved boats, remember when you showed me how the ferry worked? When I was little and it was stormy and we went out on deck and you explained the engines and then we watched the waves? I still hold you responsible for my love of water and I'd dearly love to know your thoughts on rowing and my achievements.

Most of all I wish you were still here and I could spend the weekend with you and Gran the way I did when I was at college. I still have so much to say to you. We were never very good at talking about feelings were we? If you could only come back I'd be so much better at telling you I love you!

Your loving grand-daughter

Elsie :rose:

xxx
 
Elsie Grey said:
Dear Grandad,

I miss you. I wish you were here, and I hope you can see what I've done with my life since you left. I hope you know that I got another job and that I'm doing ok. I also hope you know I love you loads.

I'm sorry I didn't say good-bye that last time and that I didn't tell you how much I loved you. I hope you didn't see how upset, angry and frightened i was to see you lying there so small, fragile and ill. Mum had warned me but in my heart of hearts I never could have believed that someone so strong could look so weak and it took me by surprise.

I wish I could talk rowing with you, I think you'd be really pleased that I found a sport and that I was gaining a whole new level of technical knowledge. I know you loved boats, remember when you showed me how the ferry worked? When I was little and it was stormy and we went out on deck and you explained the engines and then we watched the waves? I still hold you responsible for my love of water and I'd dearly love to know your thoughts on rowing and my achievements.

Most of all I wish you were still here and I could spend the weekend with you and Gran the way I did when I was at college. I still have so much to say to you. We were never very good at talking about feelings were we? If you could only come back I'd be so much better at telling you I love you!

Your loving grand-daughter

Elsie :rose:

xxx

:rose: :rose: :rose:
 
Dear X,

Would you do me a favor and grow up already? I've already had high school-dramatic relationships--when I was in high school.

Thanks,

Cerise
 
Trombonus said:
Dear Tree,

I just wanted to thank you for taking that extra little bit of effort to hold onto your limb before the wind ripped it off. Had you not done so it would have certainly done some nasty damage to my car. I'm sorry for your lose, and am humbled by your heroic actions.

Yours thankfully,
Trom

Dear Wind,

What's up with you lately? Don't you realize you're causing serious harm? Don't you care that some poor defenseless tree lost almost half it's mass because of you? do you even realize my car could have been totalled? Not to mention the traffic problems this is going to cause. If you're trying to impress people then good job, but you've taken it a bit too far. Time to chill out.

Sincerely,
Trom


:) :kiss:
 
Dear X (all 10 of you)

I have spent the last 4 months typing reports from your dictation. I don't mind audio typing, its something I can do very efficiently.........providing you speak in a way I can understand.

Please. Don't hold the microphone right against your lips so that you end up sounding like my own private heavy breathers, frequently I have no idea what you are saying, I just get wierd noises in my ears.

Please, don't eat or drink while you're dictating, it sound disgusting in my ears, and again, its impossible to hear what you're saying.

Please. Speak clearly and succinctly. You all come from all over the country and have varying accents. You are dictating complicated reports with a lot of psychobabble, most of which is incomprehensible if you gabble.

Please. Do not speak fast and definitely don't swallow your words.

I hate having to send work back to you with gaps or errors, because I can't understand what you are saying. It is also inefficient to have to keep sending work back for corrections. Let's try and cut down the toing and froing and stop wasting each other's time.

Sincerely,

Your hard working typist.
 
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Dear Cosmos,

I think you've fucked around with us quite enough. Now please be so kind as to send a buyer for our house. Thank you.
 
Dear darling little Stink Weasel,

Yes I do ralize your husband has a hard time swallowing, I also realize he had a hard time swallowing the contrast needed for his C.T. Scan.

That being said, there was absolutely no reason for you to verbally attack me at the Nurses Station because he hadn't been taken down to Radiology in the timely manner you expected.

You see The C.T. Machine was in use because of a Car Accident and it's multiple victimes, but you didn't want to hear anything about this. Instead you called me multiple names, the kindest of which was another name for the offspring of a Prosttute, in front of my supervisor. I also don't think it was needed or helpful to call your husbands doctor, again in front of my supervisor, and demand that he have the hospital fire me for being incompetent.

Truly now what did you expect me to do? Pick your husband up in my arms and carry him to radiology. Did you expect me to pull the victims of the car accident from the machine and place your husband in the machine so he could receive his C.T.Scan in the timely manner you demanded?

I'm honestly hoping your husband gets better and from his diagnosis I have the feeling that he will. I also honestly hope that you treat my co-workers better than you did me, but I somehow don't see this happening. And last but not least I honestly hope that you are never in either position, that of a care giver or a patient.

Cat
 
Dear mr Corporate Bigshot,

Can you try to be at least a tiny bit professional? It was your idea, so do your part.

Or else I'll charge you enough overtime to give you a nosebleed.

sincerly,
Ihave Notimefor Thiscrap
 
Dear p,

I'm sorry. Something changed between last night and this morning- in the hours that i slept quit literally. I went to bed sad and confused, i woke up angry. I don't fully understand just why i am angry, but i do have a bit of an idea.

I also wanted to say that regardless of how much we each need time to think, this week will be long and hard if i have to go without your words every night before i sleep.

It looks like neither of us wants to throw the towel in just yet- no emails in either direction yet, but that will get harder as time passes.

Love, Pen in Hand :kiss:
 
Dear AH:

I realize I've been bitchier than usual. To some, I apologize. To others, you thoroughly deserved it.

What few know is that I have an awfully full plate.

I'm dealing with a pending divorce in which I most likely will not get custody of my 6-year-old. It breaks my heart. The only alternative is to resign myself to living in a loveless marriage with an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive man. I just can't anymore.

The man I love is clinically depressed and thinks about committing suicide quite often. They aren't idle threats - he's already tried it twice. I live in fear that one day he will succeed. I count every day that goes past with him alive as a small victory.

I have a 16-year-old almost-stepdaughter who skips school with frightening regularity, doesn't care about anything but herself, and is well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. I love her anyway.

I realize very few of you give a shit, since so few have taken the trouble to bother asking why I've been so hateful, or what was wrong. but I wanted to explain anyway. For those who have, thank you. :rose:

~ Cloudy
 
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cloudy said:
Dear AH:

I realize I've been bitchier than usual. To some, I apologize. To others, you thoroughly deserved it.

What few know is that I have an awfully full plate.

I'm dealing with a pending divorce in which I most likely will not get custody of my 6-year-old. It breaks my heart. The only alternative is to resign myself to living in a loveless marriage with an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive man. I just can't anymore.

The man I love is clinically depressed and thinks about committing suicide quite often. They aren't idle threats - he's already tried it twice. I live in fear that one day he will succeed. I count every day that goes past with him alive as a small victory.

I have a 16-year-old almost-stepdaughter who skips school with frightening regularity, doesn't care about anything but herself, and is well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. I love her anyway.

I realize very few of you give a shit, since so few have taken the trouble to bother asking why I've been so hateful, or what was wrong. but I wanted to explain anyway. For those who have, thank you. :rose:

~ Cloudy

I dont know you very well so I hope you dont mind if I give you BIG HUG.
 
cloudy said:
Dear AH:

I realize I've been bitchier than usual. To some, I apologize. To others, you thoroughly deserved it.

What few know is that I have an awfully full plate.

I'm dealing with a pending divorce in which I most likely will not get custody of my 6-year-old. It breaks my heart. The only alternative is to resign myself to living in a loveless marriage with an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive man. I just can't anymore.

The man I love is clinically depressed and thinks about committing suicide quite often. They aren't idle threats - he's already tried it twice. I live in fear that one day he will succeed. I count every day that goes past with him alive as a small victory.

I have a 16-year-old almost-stepdaughter who skips school with frightening regularity, doesn't care about anything but herself, and is well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. I love her anyway.

I realize very few of you give a shit, since so few have taken the trouble to bother asking why I've been so hateful, or what was wrong. but I wanted to explain anyway. For those who have, thank you. :rose:

~ Cloudy
Dearest Cloudy,

Having been nothing but lovely to me I didn't notice any hatefulness from you. I'm truly sorry you're having such a horrible time of it at the moment, anticipating loss and watching others self-destruct are two of the most hopeless and frustrating situations to be in and I sympathise. If you ever need to let off steam then feel free and know that your friends on here will take it all and still be your friends.
<kisses>
V
 
cloudy said:
Dear AH:

I realize I've been bitchier than usual. To some, I apologize. To others, you thoroughly deserved it.

What few know is that I have an awfully full plate.

I'm dealing with a pending divorce in which I most likely will not get custody of my 6-year-old. It breaks my heart. The only alternative is to resign myself to living in a loveless marriage with an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive man. I just can't anymore.

The man I love is clinically depressed and thinks about committing suicide quite often. They aren't idle threats - he's already tried it twice. I live in fear that one day he will succeed. I count every day that goes past with him alive as a small victory.

I have a 16-year-old almost-stepdaughter who skips school with frightening regularity, doesn't care about anything but herself, and is well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. I love her anyway.

I realize very few of you give a shit, since so few have taken the trouble to bother asking why I've been so hateful, or what was wrong. but I wanted to explain anyway. For those who have, thank you. :rose:

~ Cloudy

:heart: :heart: :heart: More of us care for you than you realize, honey. Don't take our silence as not caring. (((hugs)))
 
cloudy said:
Dear AH:

I realize I've been bitchier than usual. To some, I apologize. To others, you thoroughly deserved it.

What few know is that I have an awfully full plate.

I'm dealing with a pending divorce in which I most likely will not get custody of my 6-year-old. It breaks my heart. The only alternative is to resign myself to living in a loveless marriage with an emotionally and sometimes physically abusive man. I just can't anymore.

The man I love is clinically depressed and thinks about committing suicide quite often. They aren't idle threats - he's already tried it twice. I live in fear that one day he will succeed. I count every day that goes past with him alive as a small victory.

I have a 16-year-old almost-stepdaughter who skips school with frightening regularity, doesn't care about anything but herself, and is well on the way to becoming an alcoholic. I love her anyway.

I realize very few of you give a shit, since so few have taken the trouble to bother asking why I've been so hateful, or what was wrong. but I wanted to explain anyway. For those who have, thank you. :rose:

~ Cloudy

:rose:
 
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