Dear....

[Andrew B.]

Dear GF,

I'm surprised that our anniversery is coming up in a week. I can't believe it's been a year. I still wonder what we should do that day. I'm glad we got together.

Andrew

Dear Stomach,

Stop with the feeling ill, I don't need it right now.

Your host

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear Guy,

I still can't stop thinking about you.

-the girl who is still wanting to break her glasses by "accident"...

[Jack T. Chance]

Dear Self;

It's a funny ol' life, itn't it?

Enjoy it while you can.

--Me

[Becks]

Dear BE,

Have you thought about taking a nap with your glasses on so they become a little bit ...off...so you can get them readjusted?


In a corrupting mood,

Becks

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Dear cold,

Go the f away.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,

--me

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Dear Alias 2,

I you.

Loving my new phone,

me

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear Becks,

The funny thing is I had them adjusted after my first appointment. Before I really knew I'd want to have them adjusted later.

-be

[Peppergirl]

Dear self,

The ice-queen may be thawing a bit, huh? Do not panic....yet. Deep breaths!!

Love,

Me

[Becks]

Dear BE,

Figures, huh?

I'll try to think of something.

Pondering,

Becks

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Dear self,

You are learning (AGAIN) that even mild sleep deprivation, added up over time, makes you hallucinate.

Having fun,

Sleepy but not in bed yet,

--me

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear Becks,

Pedersen is on AIM giving me advice and pep talks.

-be

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Self,

Why can you not sleep? You have big day tomorrow having to shuttle Child by yourself 'cos Mr. Rum has to go to office.



Rummy

[Jack T. Chance]

Dear Car;

Seriously? You do this shit to me at 11 o'clock on a Friday night?

You. Suck.

--Your owner, who really wishes he could afford to replace you with a newer, shinier model.

[Becks]

Dear BE,



Love, Becks

PS-- That reminds me. I should install my various messengers on the laptop, since I'm rarely on the desktop computer anymore.

[cewfa]

Dear girl I was talking to,
Leave me alone already, you big twatberry.

Your favorite player.

[Becks]

Dear MOTH,

Yeah, ummmmmm....you maybe think that keeping the damn fucking window open all night is going to make my cold go away?

It's not.

I'm fucking freezing.

Just because you weigh like a billion pounds and are hot all the time...why do I have to suffer for it?

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr,

--me

[DGoddessChardonnay]

Dear Rain-

While I'm really glad to see you, as we've been so dry lately, why do you have to send the temperature plumnenting down into the low 60's and make everything chilly?

I'd like a warm rain, if it's not too much to ask.

Sincerely-
Me - who thinks the weather should revolve around her

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear DGoddess,

I like a cool rain. Send it up my way!

Actually, it's only 69 and getting cloudy here.

-be