Dear you-know-who-you-are

That was an awful lot of fun. Nice to be back.

Love from

Me.

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Originally posted by Syme:
It's been a hard decision, cutting her out of my life, but it's helped.

ai! you are an incredibly nice person if cutting a...person...like that out of your life was a hard decision. I hope you find someone who treats you like you deserve soon. *hugs*

Dear X-M,

Would you please come and wipe out your piles of dead scouts from in front of my village's gate ?

My (thousands of) troops are finding it hard to locate the door.

Many thanks,

Sec.

Dear Mom,

I don't know what to do. I have watched your health deteriorate all your life and I've watched you stay with dad because your health will not allow otherwise. I cannot take you in because I have no room and things are such that I won't be able to do so in the foreseeable future.

I know you are upset because we've gone on vacation but haven't come to see you and dad. The truth is, it hurts every time I watch you start to cry with frustration because you cannot play with the kids the way you want to. And instead of going and doing things with the kids, Dad just sits there and gets annoyed.

As for your financial situation, its not completely Dad's fault. You could have put your foot down years ago. You taught me the will to be a strong woman and in many ways you are a strong woman yourself. But you never stood up to Dad when it counted. And you both blew my college savings on get rich quick schemes. I haven't forgiven either of you for that. Its possible if I had that college money I could have been able to go and stay and now I'd make enough to help support you the way you seem to think I should be able to.

But for all your faults, I still love you. That's what family is suppose to do, right?

Love,

your daughter

To all who have read my previous post,
I may have been too harsh, and she was right to be paranoid. I still don't agree with the way she has acted, but she's had a tough time in the past, and that explains how she reacted to what I told her. It doesn't excuse how she's treated me like I'm just another arsehole, though. I guess she was right to be paranoid, seeing as the girl I thought of is someone I've never entirely gotten over, and who I still love considerably. I represented someone in far too harsh a light because I was feeling hurt, and for that I apologize. I don't see myself as being able to speak to her again, which sucks because deep down she can be great when you see past her flaws, but I can't let people have the wrong impression of someone. If I hated being called 'Just Another Bastard', I can't really let someone else be lumbered with the tag of 'Psycho Ex'. T'is not fair. Thank you very much for your support though, it cheered me up considerably.

~hugs both Syme & Lady K~

Dear Syme:

I understand.

*Hugs*

Take care.

-- Mythos

The problem is one of measure;
Imperial sensuality and metric certitude:
Still sometimes a cup is just a cup.

Like a black wetsuit framing the form
But not the intention
Of fortitude to swim in white arctic lakes,

The intention is all the difference.

I sometimes think the perfect instantiation
Of you would be a sepia snapshot at dusk
Barefoot and pensive and lithe,

Looking straight through the lens and
Hungry for foreign phrases but
Flexed to cross the rapids home.

And that intention makes all the difference.

Dear Fucker-on-a-bike,

I wish you fall and die. I don't wish you to be run over, because that will traumatise some innocent driver. So I wish you go on riding that stupid bike of yours, and be so confident and fucking smug about yourself that you don't notice a rock or a nail in the floor, right before a set of steps, and you'll lose control and the bike will run down the step like crazy and break, launching you forwards with fast enough to crack your skull open when you hit the floor, but not fast enough for you not to realise that it's happening and that you're going to die. And in that moment you will now it's been me, and all the others like me, who're fucking wishing you fucking painful death, you worthless piece of disgusting shit of a human being.

*spits*

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Originally posted by cloverheart:
Dear Fucker-on-a-bike,

I wish you fall and die. I don't wish you to be run over, because that will traumatise some innocent driver. So I wish you go on riding that stupid bike of yours, and be so confident and fucking smug about yourself that you don't notice a rock or a nail in the floor, right before a set of steps, and you'll lose control and the bike will run down the step like crazy and break, launching you forwards with fast enough to crack your skull open when you hit the floor, but not fast enough for you not to realise that it's happening and that you're going to die. And in that moment you will now it's been me, and all the others like me, who're fucking wishing you fucking painful death, you worthless piece of disgusting shit of a human being.

*spits*

Don't hold back so much clover. You know suppressing things isn't good for you


Oh and Grace? They want you to knit something with all that fur.

They told me so. Spin it and then knit.

....in all your spare time

make fishing flys!

hubby once made flys with smaug hair.

smaug the cat, not smaug the mod!

*looks fondly at her gang*

It's true. I have three, one blond (dog), one black (chinchilla) and one brown tabby (Maxcat) and they ALL shed oodles.

By these colors I have ensured that no clothing I wear will be able to conceal the hair

No, I will NOT wear tweed all the time  

Dear Mother of my ASM,
If there is some new development to the situation involving the fired actor and your daughter and the cell phone camera, you ought to be talking to your daughter, the producers and the fired actor about it. Not me. I just want to let the matter drop, finish this awful show and be done with the damned thing. This stupid show has been more trouble than it's worth and I don't want to waste any more of my time on in. I certainly don't want to spend any of the little free time I have dwelling on an unpleasant situation talking to you about it. I think, perhaps, your daughter has learned her lesson. If not, maybe you should pull her from the show and the intern program and teach her a lesson. I don't see why I need to be involved.

Dear Body-

I know you can kick this whatever-it-is quickly and efficiently. So get on it, would you? I hate being sick and especially hate being almost-sick, where I feel awful part of the day and fine the rest. It makes me feel like I'm faking, because even though right now I feel like death warmed up I know that by 3pm I'll be feeling fine.
Hurry up and get better and don't make me take more time off.

-The Brains of the Operation

Dear Jenny,

I know you think that I don't care. The only reason I get on your case is because I'm jealous. I can't get a boyfriend or have sex. Well, let me tell you, it was my personal decision to not have sex and not have a boyfriend. MY CHOICE! I only want one man to be important in my life. And as for the sex aspect, I know that I'm going to be a sex addict, so why not wait till I'm married and share it with the one man I believe is truly worthy?

As for the uncaring bitchiness, wouldn't you be a little pissed if your best friend had been lying to you for countless years? I know we're sisters, therefore not technically bffs, but I was truthful to you. I told you everything and everyday you lied to my face. I gave up seven years of my life to be the "mom" who was never there. I tried to grow up and take care of you, so you wouldn't get caught up in the stuff you are now.

I realize I was being too hard on myself and that's why I had that depression and couldn't stand to get out of bed for prolonged periods of time. I sorry. I completely failed you. I wasn't able to be the big sister that I should have. I still have lots of issues to deal with because of that and it would help so much if you could please, please not try to get me to play the dominance game with you.

Everything you have ever asked me to do, I have done. No questions asked.

Yet you continue to haunt me. Everyday I see your path of destruction and I can't help but blame myself. You don't understand how it feels to be a big sister. All this pain inside. I have tried to let you in on it, but you just tell me to grow up. Jenny, I was always mature. More mature than I should have been for my age.

Senior year was the first time in seven years that I didn't have to keep checks on you. Mom had to now. She took over the job that she should had to start off, but couldn't handle. However, it was not the time of peace I had hoped it would. When you weren't there, mom was powerless, or at least she made herself out as such. She never called the cops or did anything rash, because she only thought it would hurt you. All that anger you put inside of people.

Do you know how hurtful you truly are? You upset mom everyday and she could take it out on me. It felt like I was reliving days with dad.

Do you ever wonder why I became paranoid after we stopping seeing him? I thought he was going to kill us. But you never understood, did you? Know why? Because your siblings took all the precautions necessary to ensure that he would never go near you. We took everything for you and still you treat us like garbage.

Know why I took up drinking? To help me let go of you. You may think that I hate you with every fiber of my being...but I can't. And trust me I've tried. You got me arrested, dragged me outside of car and over a speed bump, punched me in the face while I was driving you to school. All these things, granted I did evoke some of the responses, how is using me as a punching bag making anything better? The worst part has to be that the one year I had to myself, the most important year in my high school career, was ruined because you were such a dick. I'm going to move away, far away, but I scared. I'm scared that I'll find me and expect me to pick up the pieces or you'll take everything let of our mother and destroy all her hope.

Want to know my biggest fears? Getting married and my husband cheating on me with you during the reception and having kids that will end up just like you. Aren't those just the craziest fears? Well, I know you don't care, but I love you. That's why I'm leaving. I truly hope I never see you again, but we know Nattie won't let that happen. Until then, this is where we part.

Goodbye,
Adrienne

*hugs her tight*

It's so much for you. I wish there was something I could do.

Be strong- you can talk to us (or me) any time you need to.

Dear Mamacita,

I was walking past the mirror today, and was struck by how much I look like you in this sweater. (Taller and chubbier, but still a lot like you).

I've really been missing you with the wedding planning. The healthy you, who would have had so much fun running errands and picking things out with me. Even the immobilized you, because I could have shown you pictures, and you would have been so excited. I miss you a lot, Mom.

Love,

Me.

aw *hugs*

I miss my mum too. lots. And sometimes I see myself in the mirror and think, when did I start to look like her?

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Originally posted by BeeZee:
*looks fondly at her gang*

It's true. I have three, one blond (dog), one black (chinchilla) and one brown tabby (Maxcat) and they ALL shed oodles.

By these colors I have ensured that no clothing I wear will be able to conceal the hair

No, I will NOT wear tweed all the time  

but you could KNIT tweed.



And *hugs* all around. Suddenly wishing my mom wasn't so far away - so I could hug her.

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Originally posted by Maeve:
aw *hugs*

I miss my mum too. lots. And sometimes I see myself in the mirror and think, when did I start to look like her?

You know, I thought I'd hate that when it happened, but now that it has, I kind of love it. It makes me feel connected.

*Hugs all the sweet people who say nice stuff*