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Dear Asshole Customer,

I'm sorry that I have a cold, and my voice is wrecked. I'm doing the best I can right now because I need the money too damned much to log out and rest my voice. But, seriously, you hear me coughing in the background and apologizing to you for it. Is it really necessary to tell me to make a noise like I'm gagging on your cock? No, jackass, I've been coughing so much the past two days that I can't gag without losing my lunch.

I'm sorry it "just wasn't working for you." No, I can't send you back to the switchboard. You can call them back yourself. It won't hurt you to hang up and hit the redial button. That's not too much work, even for a lazy asshole such as yourself. And I don't know if you'll be charged for the goddamned call or not, but if you complain about me, I'm sure you won't be. Even though I'm sick and can't afford to even go to fucking Wal-Mart for cough syrup, God for-fucking-bid you be charged for the two minutes you were on the phone with me. That'd cost you, what, $14, since we have a seven-minute minimum? And I'd get a whole $3.50 out of it? I think I should get double payment for dealing with your stupid ass, but of course I won't get one red cent out of it.

I hate fuckers like you. Do you think I do this because I enjoy it? No. I do it because I don't have a fucking choice. It's either do this or move back in with my parents. I do my best to be friendly and pleasant, even when it kills my soul to have to do it. I have to pay rent and utilities. The least fucking thing you could do is not bitch about your lost $14, so I could get my measly $3.50 out of the whole deal. If I had the money to PAY for a sex call, I certainly wouldn't bitch about a paltry $14. Though if I had $14 at this point, I could damn near pay my water bill.

So fuck you. I don't give a shit if you like me or not, but you ought to realize that even if you don't like me or my voice or what I say, I still deserve to be paid for trying. And if you ever call back and dispatch connects me to you, don't expect me to try hard for you at all. It's days like this that I understand why people like you have to call phone sex lines. It's because with attitudes like that, you'll never get laid in real life, fucktard.

~Bunny, Who Is Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired
 
*hugs for BiBunny*

I am so sorry about all that.
What a jerk.

*sends healing thoughts for the bunny to get better*
 
*HUGS* feel better. Just think, if he ever calls again you'll have the chance to hang up at the opportune moment ;) Hope your throat feels better soon. Sending good karma across the airways...*puts on nurse hat* and cough syrup. The good-tasting kind. *HUGS*
 
Dear X,

Thank you :rose: I enjoyed our conversation so much. But I'm sure you already know that ;)

~ Me :rose:
 
Dear X,

I can't wait for next Sunday, to meet you properly! :)

I could see some potential in our new relationship - and hopes that it goes well, in real, and that we can progress well, hopefully to a serious relationship. :kiss: But even if it does not get that far, I will know that I have found a good friend I can chat with easily.

Thank you, for sending me that first memo! (hugs)

Caz xxxxxx

PS I know I will miss our MSN chats over the weekend, so get ready for lots and lots of texting! :rose:
 
Not so Dear N,

I'm still paying the price. I hate to admit it but what you did affected me more
than I would ever let on...even to myself.
So much easier to block it out and pretend I came through the other side unaffected. But thats not the case. I did the same with P as you know. That was worse in many ways, yet in others no where near as devastating.

I don't think about you any more...apart from times like this and even then I am only reminded by your legacy. Times when you are still affecting my 'here and now'. But you know what....still, even now when you do affect me, I don't hate you. I will never hate you, be sure of that. I will never waste that emotion on you. I _will_ recover completely from this. Never has there been anything more certain. I was never broken...just a bit bruised and you know how focused I can be when I put my mind to something. I am strong; I have resolve and you have helped me unintentionally to become so very resilient.
And do you know what I am almost there. Years on....but I am almost there.

Me.
 
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dear van,

please hold together another few months or so. I know you are as old as I am, but you still have a good year in ya.
 
I miss you so much.

I feel - sometimes like I need more, sometimes like I ask too much. I know the situation and that your responsibilites are huge.

I am grateful for that I get, for the most part. Maybe it's just acceptance I need to work on more.

Still - I am there every single day, even if it is just an "I love you." I worked my butt off while you were gone the last time. gave you every single thing I had. Good to know you read it all, but was there nothing there worth responding to?

I hate asking. I hate feeling needy, demanding.

*sigh* You are so much to us - I am not jealous, just wondering if you have enough time for another. Sometimes it's hard being the furthest away.

Yours,
 
Dear Ex,

You are some piece of work. I love these friendly little emails you send me, because you are just soooo nice and wonderful. I bet everyone blows smoke up your ass and tells you, wow, it's so big of you to be nice to to your ex. Um, no, asshole. It's called being a co-parent. You don't get extra credit for doing what you're supposed to do.

You probably also pat yourself on the back for forgiving me. You know what? I am truly sorry for hurting and betraying you, but did you ever once pull your head out of your ass and remember it was an internet affair? It was a big fat mistake. Did you ever once think, wow, what has happened to push my wife to make that choice, given that she's never ever before the kind of person to act out so dramatically. Never ever before. Seriously, did you ever once reach out to me?

I know you think I'm a selfish and self-pitying soul, but have you ever considered that you don't know what it's like to be pregnant, let alone have a tough pregnancy? To not sleep for days on end? To be falling asleep at the wheel, and have your husband say - you really shouldn't go on leave yet, we really shouldn't get help. To not feel worthy of that care? To be in the hospital room alone for days? To be left when I finally did get home? That is not the "good guy." I know everyone else buys that facade, but I know the real you.

And you know what, you had reason to be scared and act the way you did. You had reason to be overwhelmed. I forgive you, and should have forgiven you then. But you would never talk about it. And you have never owned it. You have never come to me and said, you know what, I'm sorry I wasn't what you needed. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough to be what you expected.

I would have forgiven you. I still would, and I still do, frankly, because what other choice is there. But that you don't even have the decency to say that to me, and expect me to carry on with this light and fluffy fake conversation, like I'm every other dumb asswipe in your life, makes me so angry. It's like continuing to pour salt in the wound, rather than letting it heal. Maybe that's why you do it. Or maybe you just don't care. Probably the latter. Probably you just weren't that into me.

Ah well. C'est la vie. I will grieve a little more this weepy time around, and then move on again. Two steps forward. One step back. I'll get there eventually.

Love,
itw
 
Dear Panic Attacks,

Fuck you. You're supposed to be gone.


Dear Brain Chemistry,

Straighten up and fly right. Now is not the time.


Love,
Your flesh sack.
 
Dear X-

Thank you for all the gifts you've given me, the joy you've showered on my life. I feel so blessed to be exactly who I am. Life throws it's curveballs. Some of them really sting, so of them have even knocked me over and out for awhile. But this morning I saw the sunrise. Today I felt the rain on my skin. This evening I tasted vanilla ice cream and had the chance to speak with friends. There are so many things to live for. So many reasons to wake up and smile. This life isn't all rainbows and butterflies, yet I'm so filled with joy at the opportunity to live. To hurt. To cry. To love. To be myself and to take a chance on fulfilling the dreams I hold for the future. Alongside the hurts that people bring to each other, beyond the games we sometimes play, I thank you for the counterbalance: love, hope, joy, peace, contentment. Along with the bad comes good and I thank you for making me as I am, flawed and imperfect yet open to the experiences life brings. Thank you for sending people into my life who have opened doors, busted through my guarded heart, and shown me what it means to feel. Reveling in emotion and sensation,

Me
 
Dear X,

It was so hard last night to sleep with out you beside me. Even though my friend offered a warm body to sleep next to, it still wasn't you. Without your bonds or embrace, sleep just wouldn't come; and when it finally did it was full of dreams only you can chase away. I'm not sure I'm strong enough to let you go when the time comes. How will I ever sleep again with thousands of miles between us?

I know I can't ask you to stay.

Tearfully,

me

Gigi..
I will tell you I know how you feel... ;) I sleep without Sir alot of the times cause we are miles and miles apart... It never gets easier.. but every night before bed I think about him and know he is thinking about me , normally he tells me to have sweet dreams about him and I tell him to dream of me... and we say our goodnights.. LDR are hardwork I will not deny.... But if you want them to work.. they do work.. DS and I have been together over half a year and we are still going strong.. .;) Just have faith and cherish the days that yours is next to you.. and dream of the days when he is not...

HUGS
SKL
 
Dear Asshole Customer,

I'm sorry that I have a cold, and my voice is wrecked. I'm doing the best I can right now because I need the money too damned much to log out and rest my voice. But, seriously, you hear me coughing in the background and apologizing to you for it. Is it really necessary to tell me to make a noise like I'm gagging on your cock? No, jackass, I've been coughing so much the past two days that I can't gag without losing my lunch.

I'm sorry it "just wasn't working for you." No, I can't send you back to the switchboard. You can call them back yourself. It won't hurt you to hang up and hit the redial button. That's not too much work, even for a lazy asshole such as yourself. And I don't know if you'll be charged for the goddamned call or not, but if you complain about me, I'm sure you won't be. Even though I'm sick and can't afford to even go to fucking Wal-Mart for cough syrup, God for-fucking-bid you be charged for the two minutes you were on the phone with me. That'd cost you, what, $14, since we have a seven-minute minimum? And I'd get a whole $3.50 out of it? I think I should get double payment for dealing with your stupid ass, but of course I won't get one red cent out of it.

I hate fuckers like you. Do you think I do this because I enjoy it? No. I do it because I don't have a fucking choice. It's either do this or move back in with my parents. I do my best to be friendly and pleasant, even when it kills my soul to have to do it. I have to pay rent and utilities. The least fucking thing you could do is not bitch about your lost $14, so I could get my measly $3.50 out of the whole deal. If I had the money to PAY for a sex call, I certainly wouldn't bitch about a paltry $14. Though if I had $14 at this point, I could damn near pay my water bill.

So fuck you. I don't give a shit if you like me or not, but you ought to realize that even if you don't like me or my voice or what I say, I still deserve to be paid for trying. And if you ever call back and dispatch connects me to you, don't expect me to try hard for you at all. It's days like this that I understand why people like you have to call phone sex lines. It's because with attitudes like that, you'll never get laid in real life, fucktard.

~Bunny, Who Is Sick And Tired Of Being Sick And Tired

Dear BB1,

I like your spunk, I think you'd make an excellent chef! Right kinda "fuck you" type of attitude and passion for miles!
Seriously, my industry needs more women like you.
I was gonna get onto X and sook about how complex poly is making life. But you inspired the fire in me.
If you ever consider a career change I'd suggest hot, sweaty, nasty kitchens (if you like cooking, of course).
Forget talent, it's attitude that counts.
The only person with an attitude problem is the person tht has a problem with the fact that you have an attitude. Hard luck, not so hard dude.

FUCK THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There.... that feels better.... thanks.

KK:rose:
 
Dear final exams,

You were the last week of exams I'll ever have to take and I only have one thing to say....good riddance!

Bring on rotations!

:heart:Jez
 
Dear X,

your on my mind. Just relax and enjoy. You are in good hands!! Enjoy it. :) *huggs*

love
~K. :rose:



Dear Y,

thank you for the *kiss on the forehead*. It made me smile. You are very nice person, i always knew you are! I like/love you a lot, always did and you know that. And i always will, too. I believe you found what you been looking for and what you need. Just wanted tell you that i am happy for you.

*huggs*
~K. :kiss:
 
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Dear X,

Thank you. (for listening, encouraging, understanding, sending hugs) I'm so glad we talk... YOU hang in there. (hugs, hugs, hugs...shake, shake, shake)

me :rose:


Dear X,

Thank you, also... for everything mentioned above... (and for Sweet Jane... and... and... and...)

me


Dear X (YZ..ABCDEFG..),

You think you know me, but someday you might be very, very surprised. I wish you could understand... or at least accept...

me
 
Dear no one,

Thank god this week is almost over. It had been horrible.
Thankfully I don't have too many like that. I think if I did I think I would just pack up and go lol.
I'm not a quitter and I will try to keep it in perspective is after all just one bad week but its left me feeling a bit empty and restless. It has sparked all sorts of things in my brain and you know how messy that can be :rolleyes:

But anyway tomorrow is another week and if I have anything to do with it it will be better than this one.
Its just a shame this one ends with a Sunday....talk about the icing on the cake. I have worked out that Sundays are by far the 'worst' day for me. Its different in the UK...here the emphasis is on family and friends in a _big_ way and it makes me so aware of my own situation.

Today I passed so many groups of people having picnics by the sea and wished so hard that I was part of one of those groups.
Maybe one day I will have my 'group'.

So what did I do....what every girl can rely on to temporarily lift her spirits...a spot of retail therapy. But tell me....why a 4 meter garden umbrella?? :confused::eek:

luv,
no one in particular.


Dear god or whoever is in charge,

Please let this get easier. If I could have a good week and start to feel secure again that would be perfect.

Thankyou.

*hugs*

Me.
 
Dear no one,

Thank god this week is almost over. It had been horrible.
Thankfully I don't have too many like that. I think if I did I think I would just pack up and go lol.
I'm not a quitter and I will try to keep it in perspective is after all just one bad week but its left me feeling a bit empty and restless. It has sparked all sorts of things in my brain and you know how messy that can be :rolleyes:

But anyway tomorrow is another week and if I have anything to do with it it will be better than this one.
Its just a shame this one ends with a Sunday....talk about the icing on the cake. I have worked out that Sundays are by far the 'worst' day for me. Its different in the UK...here the emphasis is on family and friends in a _big_ way and it makes me so aware of my own situation.

Today I passed so many groups of people having picnics by the sea and wished so hard that I was part of one of those groups.
Maybe one day I will have my 'group'.
Someday MInx you will have your own group I know you will.. and it will be well worth the wait.. ;) :heart:

So what did I do....what every girl can rely on to temporarily lift her spirits...a spot of retail therapy. But tell me....why a 4 meter garden umbrella?? :confused::eek:

luv,
no one in particular.


Dear god or whoever is in charge,

Please let this get easier. If I could have a good week and start to feel secure again that would be perfect.

Thankyou.

*hugs*

Me.

:heart:Minx~ Here is a HUGE hug for you to start your week out with.. Hopefully youre week will get better and so will mine... I miss Mum today more than I ever imagined Ive been tossing and turning since 130am.... I know I know... So {{{{{MINX}}}}}}}} I love ya :heart::kiss::rose:
 
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Today I passed so many groups of people having picnics by the sea and wished so hard that I was part of one of those groups.
Maybe one day I will have my 'group'.

So what did I do....what every girl can rely on to temporarily lift her spirits...a spot of retail therapy. But tell me....why a 4 meter garden umbrella?? :confused::eek:

: I miss Mum today more than I ever imagined Ive been tossing and turning since 130am.... I know I know... QUOTE]

Dear Minx & SKL,

*hugs* I also wish for my own 'group' and feel quite alone. And I miss my mom... The one year anniversary of her death just passed...and it's Mother's Day again.. another Mother's Day with no mom. Minx...I so understand retail therapy.. My mom did, too.

*hugs* :heart:
me
 
Dear X:
Just because I brought a friend to the party doesn't mean you couldn't talk to me. Hell you interviewed him years ago for the group as you remembered him... I don't know which I should be: sorry you couldn't raise the courage to ask if I wanted to play or thank you for the respect of not wanting to "infringe". I would have if you had asked, he is a friend, not my subbie... ;)

I do hope this hasn't muddled any future play...

Sorry if I confused you but I am a switch & trying to bring new people into the group, sorry if my intro was a male. IF you had been up to date with the latest info within the group, you would have known he & I did try but are just friends now as my limits don't even come close to his lowest end of pleasure.

I miss your touch & am sorry we didn't play, next time ask me ;)

Steg, your sensory gal.
 
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