Dear X:

[trysail]

Dear me,
You have repeatedly sworn six ways to Sunday that you'd never get sucked into political debates on message boards. Heretofore you've observed that rule. It's a stupid, idiotic and futile activity; you know perfectly well that you're never, ever going to change the mind of idealogues. I know exactly why you do it; you simply cannot stand the second guessing of ill-informed bozos who have never stood in the shoes of power. You can't fathom the kind of mind that demonizes and hurls ridiculous invective while questioning the intention and motivation of someone who is simply attempting to do their level best. I understand that there's nothing in the world that's more hateful to you than Monday morning quarterbacks and you find the demonization detestful. That's why you defended Clinton in the face of all the Clinton haters. How would you like having 300 million yokels all yelling at you at the same time, knowing that a certain percentage of 'em are just waiting for any opportunity to critisize? Accept it; there's a part of the world that, regardless of the merits, is always going to behave in accord with the precept, "Whatever he's for, I'm against."


"The pack is always close behind, waiting to tear you to pieces."
-Woodrow Wilson

 

[SeaCat]

Hey Pinhead,

Thanks ever so much for scaring the crap out of my wife about bikes. It took me several hours to make her see the error of your ways.

You screamed past us on the left, even though we were in the left hand lane. You completely ignored the woman in front of us with her left turn signal on and tried to scream past her as she eased into the left turn lane.

I feel sorry for her, she never saw you and your speed bike. She clipped your rear tire with her left fender, which caused you to lose control and highside. You flew through the air and skidded on the pavement without the benefit of a helmet or leathers. You lay there and screamed as I tended to your luckily minor wounds.

Then you truly added to my disgust at you. When the cop came up and asked what happened you tried to convince him the lady had cut you off. As you put it she had darted across several lanes of traffic and hit you on purpose.

I truly hope you're happy weasel dick. You, with your unsafe riding, freaked out my wife and almost drove that woman who hit you into a breakdown. Too bad for you there were plenty of witnesses and the accident reconstruction team could easily see what had happened.

Hopefully you will never climb on a bike again. Unfortunately with your attitude I expect to see you doing the same thing again soon.

Cat

 

[MagicaPractica]

Dear Universe,

I don't want to live this life. Please help me change it.

~ M

 

[Chantilyvamp]

Dear AH,

Just in case anyone is wondering: I'm fine, just still a bit antisocial at the moment.

Cloudy

 

[galaxygoddess]

Dear AH,

Just in case anyone is wondering: I'm fine, just still a bit antisocial at the moment.

Cloudy

Dear Cloudy:

You should come help me paint my walker. I'm going for a Wysteria theme.

 

[Lee Chambers]

Hey Pinhead,

Thanks ever so much for scaring the crap out of my wife about bikes. It took me several hours to make her see the error of your ways.

You screamed past us on the left, even though we were in the left hand lane. You completely ignored the woman in front of us with her left turn signal on and tried to scream past her as she eased into the left turn lane.

I feel sorry for her, she never saw you and your speed bike. She clipped your rear tire with her left fender, which caused you to lose control and highside. You flew through the air and skidded on the pavement without the benefit of a helmet or leathers. You lay there and screamed as I tended to your luckily minor wounds.

Then you truly added to my disgust at you. When the cop came up and asked what happened you tried to convince him the lady had cut you off. As you put it she had darted across several lanes of traffic and hit you on purpose.

I truly hope you're happy weasel dick. You, with your unsafe riding, freaked out my wife and almost drove that woman who hit you into a breakdown. Too bad for you there were plenty of witnesses and the accident reconstruction team could easily see what had happened.

Hopefully you will never climb on a bike again. Unfortunately with your attitude I expect to see you doing the same thing again soon.

Cat

Dear Cat,

I love your stories. My favorite part of this one was where he HIT THE FUCKING ROAD!

Laughing My Ass Off,
Lee

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Universe,

I don't want to live this life. Please help me change it.

~ M

* Hugs *

 

[JustBarelyLegal]

Dear Lee,
I've been wondering about you.
Sad thing to have to behold when we get a sighting ( ), but please know that some of us are thinking of you and wishing both you and your situation the very best.
-Bluebell


Dear spider:
Thanks MUCHLY for that nice web you spun between my car and the neighbor's last night. It was just exactly what I needed while packing up the car for work this morning.
I mean, seriously, is there anything better than a cobweb in the face at 8 am on a rainy Wednesday?
-A little less than an admirer, a little more of a "I'm gonna git you mothafucka" kinda gal


Dear me,
It's not the job, it's you. Really.
Just, can you, like shut the hell up and work quietly and patiently towards something for once? Why do you have to be so verbal about everything?
Can't you be a demure, gentle, long-suffering, patiently laboring sort of person?
*Thinks about mom saying "You'll get through it, you're just gonna bitch the entire time."*
Sigh.
"The idea of a life gets in the way of my life." -S.P.

Dear Belle

*huggles*

--

Dear Universe.

What. The hell.

Let me get this straight:

My ovaries do not release eggs. I have potential permanent nerve damage. I have four sets of tablets to take on my next period, then start on the progesterone (progesterone?). I am high risk for diabetes. I need three more sets of blood tests and another internal exam, possibly a smear, and I have to see a dietician once my hormone levels settle.

Right.

Ok.

Just so we're on the same page.

*rips hair out*

 

[Vermilion]

Dear Health,

I don;t know why you're paying a visit for once, but I like it, please stay.
x
V

 

[galaxygoddess]

Dear Belle

*huggles*

--

Dear Universe.

What. The hell.

Let me get this straight:

My ovaries do not release eggs. I have potential permanent nerve damage. I have four sets of tablets to take on my next period, then start on the progesterone (progesterone?). I am high risk for diabetes. I need three more sets of blood tests and another internal exam, possibly a smear, and I have to see a dietician once my hormone levels settle.

Right.

Ok.

Just so we're on the same page.

*rips hair out*

 

[bluebell]

Dearest Darkling,

If you ever run out of hair to pull, Britney Spears might be willing to donate some of hers.
Just kidding. You don't know where that stuff has been.

I'm sorry for all of your complexicle issues. You don't deserve that stuff at all.
Loving you dearly ,

Belle


You stupid spider!!
Again?!
Heavens to Betsy. Just give over.
Can't you, like, knit sweaters or something? Perhaps weave a web over the garage and wait for a tasty buggy morsel to fly into it?
Leave me and my loaf ALONE.
Don't forget who owns the Raid.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

You stupid spider!!
Again?!
Heavens to Betsy. Just give over.
Can't you, like, knit sweaters or something? Perhaps weave a web over the garage and wait for a tasty buggy morsel to fly into it?
Leave me and my loaf ALONE.
Don't forget who owns the Raid.

Dear Belle

Watch "Charlotte's web"

Vana
xxx

 

[Guest]

dear L on HHI,
grow up and leave her the fuck alone.

~~~
dear M,
that was wrong on soooo many levels.

~~~
dear J,
missing you tons

~~~
dear lit friends,
hope y'all have a wonderful weekend

~C~

 

[bluebell]

Vana,

You are endlessly sweet.
Me, on the other hand, I have an irrepressible streak of vengeance for bugs who violate my personal space.
Can you imagine what I do to unwanted human personal space invaders?

,

Bluey

 

[Vermilion]

Dear Bluebell,

I've been bad.

I haven;t replied to your PM because I was utterly devoid of inspiration and energy. Nothing much has happened to tell you and I cba to write about the things that have happened.

Part of this is to blame on the PMs, because they irritate me. Should you choose option b, corresponding via e-mail, I might find a bit more oomph.

Yours, Guiltily
Mils

 

[Tarakin]

Dear Universe.

What. The hell.

Let me get this straight:

My ovaries do not release eggs. I have potential permanent nerve damage. I have four sets of tablets to take on my next period, then start on the progesterone (progesterone?). I am high risk for diabetes. I need three more sets of blood tests and another internal exam, possibly a smear, and I have to see a dietician once my hormone levels settle.

Right.

Ok.

Just so we're on the same page.

*rips hair out*

* Hugs *

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Dear Mommy

You passed away 3/26/04. I miss you. I miss calling you up in the middle of the night and talking about utter randomness whilst I was working night shifts. I miss listening to your rude comments about people who were not fit to ever enter your presence. It cracked me up every time you *got one off*. Most of em were so stupid they didn't even realize they had been insulted.I aspire to be like you. In every major decision I have ever made, I think to myself "What would mom do." And then I try to do it. Sometimes I fail, but not often.

Recently, you have been on my mind, more than usual. I woke up this morning and realized I can not remember exactly how you looked. I know when I look into a mirror that I look like you, only browner, but I can not remember your face. That's fucked up, isn't it?

Your birthday is coming up 10-25. You will be turning 54. Two days later, I turn 35. I took your birthday off. I already know that I won't be functioning well on that day, so there is no point in attempting to go to work. I miss you and I want to be where you are, so much sometimes, that I hurt miserably inside.

Anyway, I love you Donna Mae. I can't wait until I get to be where you are.

As always~
your eldest, Michele

 

[Tarakin]

You passed away 3/26/04. [...] I can't wait until I get to be where you are.

Stay with us as long as possible, please.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Stay with us as long as possible, please.

*sad smile* thank you

 

[Just-Legal]

Dear Luna:

I won't pretend to understand, so *hugs*

--
Dear all who are wishing me well;

Thank you. I'm still... adjusting. Go back to the specialist in 3 months to see how the medication is working so at the moment I'm going on a day by day basis - thinking any further ahead makes me weepy so I stopped doing that.

 

[trysail]

Can you imagine what I do to unwanted human personal space invaders?

Shudders at the thought.
(trysail puts his hands over his ears and looks away)

 

[David03171946]

To my daughter

My Dearest A,

I have no idea why I am sending this. I am sure that you do not monitor this board but I see other letters. They seem so sould cleansing. I am going to try.

Your mother called me today to tell me that you quit another job because you felt as thogh you could not get along with the other office workers. This is the fourth job this year alone where this has occured. You now have no source of income again. Even your b/f is unemployed again.

When I set you up in this appartment, third this year, I told you that this was the end. I have lied to my wife about giving you money as I am ashamed of you and your lifestyle but you are still my daughter.

I now understand the parable of the Prodical Son. If you turned your life around and came back to our family, I would throw the biggest party possible.
Please leave the meth and come home.

Love, Dad

 

[MagicaPractica]

I now understand the parable of the Prodical Son. If you turned your life around and came back to our family, I would throw the biggest party possible.
Please leave the meth and come home.

Love, Dad

I pray your plea is answered in the affirmative.

 

[FatDino]

Dear Supervisor,

You're the most incompetent senior scientist I have ever known.

And thanks for the 4 burns and one cut on my arm.

L.

 

[damppanties]

Dear Supervisor,

You're the most incompetent senior scientist I have ever known.

And thanks for the 4 burns and one cut on my arm.

L.

Kill him.