Dear X:

[Guest]

Dear Jessi,

Thank you for accomplishing what I couldn't on my own. I owe you one.

Now, about the other stuff we were talking about like the *ahem* bike...



Love you,

Cloudy

dear cloudy

all in the name of love

but god damn theyre a stubborn couple

on a nother note - - wanna ride?

love u too,
j

 

[Guest]

Dear Jessi,

Thank you for accomplishing what I couldn't on my own. I owe you one.

Now, about the other stuff we were talking about like the *ahem* bike...



Love you,

Cloudy

dear cloudy

all in the name of love

but god damn theyre a stubborn couple

on a nother note - - wanna ride?

love u too,
j

 

[Guest]

Dear Jessi,

Thank you for accomplishing what I couldn't on my own. I owe you one.

Now, about the other stuff we were talking about like the *ahem* bike...



Love you,

Cloudy

dear cloudy

all in the name of love

but god damn theyre a stubborn couple

on a nother note - - wanna ride?

love u too,
j

 

[Guest]

Dear Jessi,

Thank you for accomplishing what I couldn't on my own. I owe you one.

Now, about the other stuff we were talking about like the *ahem* bike...



Love you,

Cloudy

dear cloudy

all in the name of love

but god damn theyre a stubborn couple

on a nother note - - wanna ride?

love u too,
j

 

[Guest]

Dear Jessi,

Thank you for accomplishing what I couldn't on my own. I owe you one.

Now, about the other stuff we were talking about like the *ahem* bike...



Love you,

Cloudy

dear cloudy

all in the name of love

but god damn theyre a stubborn couple

on a nother note - - wanna ride?

love u too,
j

 

[Guest]

dear lit

did you have to post that 4 times??

 

[bluebell]

A stitch in time. Yeah, I need a couple hundred of those.

Dear People who are owed PM's by Yours Truly,

Maybe I have the worst time-management skills in history, or maybe I'm just spending waaaaaay too much time contemplating how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, but either way I've been deficient at returning timely missives.
I don't mean to be, it just honestly takes me that long (letter-writing isn't entirely dead) to tell you exactly what I want to tell you.
Please know they are coming and that I think about the people I need to send them to lots and lots.

Regards,

Your Humble Servant, etc.

 

[Fallenfromgrace]

Dear Body,

You fucking suck.

Stop feeling icky and hurting, PLEASE?!

Me

 

[FatDino]

Dear Summer,

Why did you come back? Just go away, will ya?!

*takes a broom and sweeps summer away*

Shoo.......shoo......

Dino.

 

[SeaCat]

Dear neighbor,

I received your latest complaint today and can only shake my head.

You have lived in your place for less than two months and it already looks like a damned dump. You have trash scattered around your lot, enough that they haven't been able to mow your lawn for the past month. We're talking Diaper Boxes, Beer Cans, Food Wrappers, and other assorted debris. Your grass is longer than what we used to make Hay out of.

Two days ago I received a glass base for a coffee table. It sat in my yard for one day before I brought it inside. Yet you complained about my having it out there.

Maybe you need to clean up your act before you complain about one thing in my yard.

Cat

 

[dizzylia]

Dear Shoulder,

Normally I enjoy spontaneity, but I was wondering if you could express yours through something other than sudden aches and pains. I'm more than willing to meet you halfway and try to use you less at work. Just sleep on it, and we'll talk again in the morning.


Love and kisses,
diz

 

[sutherngent985]

......

 

[sutherngent985]

Dear ribs...

Why do you have to make me feel like someone is kicking me every time I cough or even take a deep breath? Is one of you broken or what? Right now every time I move or breathe, I can feel you grating against each other. Please...dont do this to me now or at least heal quickly. Something very important is coming up soon and I dont need you making me gasp every time I move.

Dear Vicodon...

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU

 

[ms.read]

Dear A.

Dear mr. A.

When we first started working together, I thought you were an ass, prick , selfish, narcassistic with an ego the size of my breasts. That said, we had a talk. A long talk. I understand you a little better. I realize that you care for people, but you express it on a different level. You intrigue me.

Needless to say, we became something of a kind of friends. I feel awkward around you for a number of reasons. I don't hate you, but I understand the other worker's hate of you. I like you, and feelings have developed where my heart desires to heal your wounds ( a fault of mine, the healing. Not the wounds) I want to take away your bitterness. Something I will never be able to do. My body wants to meld with yours on a level so intimate, it makes me blush just brushing the surface of those thoughts.

On another note, you have invaded my senses, my psyche, and have made a tangled knot of my emotions. STOP IT. Get out of my head, stop inturrupting my dreams. Stop inspiring me to write erotica that would make a porn actor blush.

Stop making me jealous when you flirt with the other ladies. Work with me. Stop giving me butterflies.

Have a coffee with me. Tell me more about yourself.

Yes, work sucks more than ever, but you shouldn't be the only reason why I show up.

love, ms.read

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dear Heart that beats in my chest. . .

I wish you would become like stone.

From the girl who is tired of crying.

 

[tickledkitty]

Dear People who are owed PM's by Yours Truly,

Maybe I have the worst time-management skills in history, or maybe I'm just spending waaaaaay too much time contemplating how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, but either way I've been deficient at returning timely missives.
I don't mean to be, it just honestly takes me that long (letter-writing isn't entirely dead) to tell you exactly what I want to tell you.
Please know they are coming and that I think about the people I need to send them to lots and lots.

Regards,

Your Humble Servant, etc.

Darling Bluey:

You are too young to know these things, so I will tell you. It takes exactly three licks to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. The owl said so.

TK

 

[bluebell]

Owl spectacles

Darling Bluey:

You are too young to know these things, so I will tell you. It takes exactly three licks to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. The owl said so.

TK

Mistress Kitty,

No wonder!
Owl tongues are very different from human tongues.
I'm sure there's a television special on the difference between the two...
Can you imagine? Dirty owl porn?

xoxo,

Bluey

 

[rootsfan]

Dear People who are owed PM's by Yours Truly,

Maybe I have the worst time-management skills in history, or maybe I'm just spending waaaaaay too much time contemplating how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, but either way I've been deficient at returning timely missives.
I don't mean to be, it just honestly takes me that long (letter-writing isn't entirely dead) to tell you exactly what I want to tell you.
Please know they are coming and that I think about the people I need to send them to lots and lots.

Regards,

Your Humble Servant, etc.

Dear bluebell,

1. Take it easy on yourself. I can't speak for others, but you are certainly more timely than me.

2. Your missives are far more than merely worth the modest wait.

3. I know.

 

[S-Des]

Dear Jerk-off,
I know you're not my ex, but you are to someone I love. You have hurt her in every way you could think of, and often hurt your kids (either to get at her, or just because you're too fucking stupid to understand the consequences of your actions). Now you have put them at risk because of your selfishness and stupidity and I hope you pay dearly. Do yourself a favor and don't ever meet me.

Sincerely,
....Des

 

[deathlynx]

Dear Des,

I'll help!

 

[TE999]

Hey Des!

Count me in too.

Let's open a can of whup-ass.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Dear Life. . .

Please straighten up. I don't know how much more of you I can take.

From me.

 

[slyc_willie]

Dear Jerk-off,
I know you're not my ex, but you are to someone I love. You have hurt her in every way you could think of, and often hurt your kids (either to get at her, or just because you're too fucking stupid to understand the consequences of your actions). Now you have put them at risk because of your selfishness and stupidity and I hope you pay dearly. Do yourself a favor and don't ever meet me.

Sincerely,
....Des

I'll be there with ya, Des.

Trust me, he won't want to meet me, either.

 

[slyc_willie]

Dear God;

Thank you for letting me know that good people still exist in this world.

 

[slyc_willie]

Dear Life. . .

Please straighten up. I don't know how much more of you I can take.

From me.

Patience, baby.

Patience and faith . . . .