Dear X:

Dear Body,

I'm really tired of all the aches and shooting pains. I realize you were severely traumatized a few years ago, but there is such a thing a healing. Haven't you heard of it? I'm tired of feeling like I'm in my 50s when I'm still in my 30s.
 
Drunk or no, good friends or no, annoyed rants directed my way still hurt.
 
Dear Self,

Get off the boards, ignore the books, and do your fucking chores!! Is that really all that difficult?

Me
 
*huggles for Magica and Sarah!*

And I certainly know the feeling Katyusha...though for me it's as often writing as chores ;)
 
*huggles for Magica and Sarah!*

And I certainly know the feeling Katyusha...though for me it's as often writing as chores ;)

Thank you, sweet one.

It's been a truly suckalicious 24 hours.

But things are looking up.

:rose:
 
Good to hear, both of you! :)
And not just adorable but infinately happy as well! :D
 
Dear Elise,

when i woke up this morning i totally forgot the phone call from cynthia. seems you are in hospital. seeing as you are the one who had a brain stem stroke at 38 yo. and you are 48, this news has shaken me a bit. i've always looked up to you, even when i hated your guts.

you always push. its good, its bad. you fought so hard to get past the remnants of your stroke. you did things that i could NEVER do. but sometimes, you have to stop and realize that your bones, your muscles and your nerves are not what they used to be. with your stroke, came horrible posture. god, sis...remember to take care of you!

enter 2feet of snow. *sigh* poor sis, i wish i could have been there to help you dig out. it was really wonderful for you to help out your son with the shoveling but someone else needed to do this. days of shoveling pulled those weak muscles in your back to the point of massive spasm. so, now you are on a morphine drip.

when i heard that...wow, i was blown away. morphine for back pain?! but, i forgot how fragile your health is because you always seems so healthy. please remember to take care. please know that i wish i could be there to care for you.


get more betterer really fast, sis. i love you. :heart:
 
Dear Elise,

when i woke up this morning i totally forgot the phone call from cynthia. seems you are in hospital. seeing as you are the one who had a brain stem stroke at 38 yo. and you are 48, this news has shaken me a bit. i've always looked up to you, even when i hated your guts.

you always push. its good, its bad. you fought so hard to get past the remnants of your stroke. you did things that i could NEVER do. but sometimes, you have to stop and realize that your bones, your muscles and your nerves are not what they used to be. with your stroke, came horrible posture. god, sis...remember to take care of you!

enter 2feet of snow. *sigh* poor sis, i wish i could have been there to help you dig out. it was really wonderful for you to help out your son with the shoveling but someone else needed to do this. days of shoveling pulled those weak muscles in your back to the point of massive spasm. so, now you are on a morphine drip.

when i heard that...wow, i was blown away. morphine for back pain?! but, i forgot how fragile your health is because you always seems so healthy. please remember to take care. please know that i wish i could be there to care for you.


get more betterer really fast, sis. i love you. :heart:

:rose::rose::rose:
 
Dear Elise,

when i woke up this morning i totally forgot the phone call from cynthia. seems you are in hospital. seeing as you are the one who had a brain stem stroke at 38 yo. and you are 48, this news has shaken me a bit. i've always looked up to you, even when i hated your guts.

you always push. its good, its bad. you fought so hard to get past the remnants of your stroke. you did things that i could NEVER do. but sometimes, you have to stop and realize that your bones, your muscles and your nerves are not what they used to be. with your stroke, came horrible posture. god, sis...remember to take care of you!

enter 2feet of snow. *sigh* poor sis, i wish i could have been there to help you dig out. it was really wonderful for you to help out your son with the shoveling but someone else needed to do this. days of shoveling pulled those weak muscles in your back to the point of massive spasm. so, now you are on a morphine drip.

when i heard that...wow, i was blown away. morphine for back pain?! but, i forgot how fragile your health is because you always seems so healthy. please remember to take care. please know that i wish i could be there to care for you.


get more betterer really fast, sis. i love you. :heart:


:rose:
 
Dear M:

Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Stay away from me or I promise, you will not be happy with what is left of you. I still have superglue, and I have never been afraid to use it.

Cloudy

*******

Dear Cosmos:

Time for an industrial accident. Just a little one.

Thanks in advance,

Cloudy
 
Dear X,
Someone really needs to retire. If you can't keep up with the new program, don't try and slough things off on the rest of us. No, I won't grade those stupid book reports you insist on assigning and if you don't intend to take care of them yourself don't even think about assigning another one to my class. BTW, there's no sense in threatening to go to the principal about this, I already have and he isn't happy either.

Your really hot-under-the-collar partner.
 
Dear person in the huge land yacht sled of a car:
You can't drive for shit. You need to go on home until the streets are clear. You didn't see anyone else sliding around like that or getting stuck, did you? Yeah, go on home before you kill somebody.

Signed,
The annoyed biotch behind you


Dear VW:
Thanks for the awesome German engineering. I love my car! It's a mess here today, but my little car plowed right through it all, no problem. I was even able to pull back up the driveway.

A very satisfied customer


Dear TK:
Awesome driving. You rock, chick. :kiss:

Love,
Me
 
Dear ____________

I live in a glass box of which you control my oxygen, my nourishment, and my temperature.
You may enter my glass box; you may come and go as you please...
yet I must stay; cocooned (sheltered) and secure.

An open door will not encourage me to leave...
It's just an open door.
I am here because I choose to be.
 
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Dear X,

Having a rough week on the forums, poopsie?

Try spending about 6 hours perched on a bar stool tonight getting drunk off your ass.

That'll make it all better, won't it?

j
 
Dear J....
Are you finished yet?
I mean you tell everyone that I am not pregnant... then turn around and tell me that you are going to demand a DNA test. Make up your mind. Actually don't please keep acting like an idiot. Please keep emailing and talking to everyone because if you decide to play this dirty game with me in court.... there are OODLES of people to testify that YOU chose to play the game this way... not me.

Have a lovely day pumpkin.

~H
 
Dear Celestial Being, Angel, Guardian Above,

Please help me feel more secure from day to day without so much self-doubt and worry.

LA
 
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