Dear Embryo,
Forgive me for what I must do.
For less than two weeks have I known of your presence, but just as you have attached yourself to me, I have become attached to you.
I want to be able to see your face. I want to hold you in my arms and let you suckle at my breast. I want to be your mother, your best friend, your protector.
Ah, if there is a god, I shall surely go to hell for this! And if there is some cosmic waiting room in which you linger, waiting to be born, forgive me for that, too. The time is not right just yet. Your day will come, my darling, but it is not now.
Already I love you, though you are naught but the size of a grain of rice. And by the time you are snatched from my body, your tiny heart will have just begun beating.
I do not hate you, my child, and parting with you is not at all what I want. However, I must also respect the wishes of your father, for although you are in MY womb, you are his child, as well.
How I wish I could keep youAlas, we are not ready
But when that day comes, I shall not let you down. I will exert all my energy into making you happy and giving you the things I cannot yet provide for you.
Until thenwe shall just have to wait.
Please forgive me.
Forgive me.
Love,
Mommy
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Dear Lover,
These are truly trying times, are they not? I know you will not fail me. I know you will hold my hand through all this and kiss my forehead as you always do. I know you will look at me with loving concern as we sit in the lobby of the clinic, as Ill inevitably be sobbing all the while. I know youll take care of me to the best of your abilities.
I meant all that I said last night, and I most certainly will make it worth your while to stick by my side. I need nothing more than your love, your support, and your reassurance. In return I will give you all of memy heart, my body, my very spirit will be yours the day you tell me youll need me always.
I want to be the one for you, my sweetI have enjoyed opening my eyes to see you bustling about in the early hours of the morning. I have loved your soft kisses and the placement of your hand on my bare shoulder before you leave for work. My body shivers at every word you whisper.
And, oh, the wonderfully absurd sense of humor we shareBut Im serious about peeing in your mouthuh, yeah.
I appreciate that you opened up to me the other night. I know it took a lot, but I hope it made you feel slightly better to have said it. I, too, have had several hurtful moments in my life, though none as severe as yours. I would love for us to be able to talk openly about such things. But, if you wish not to discuss them, I will not push you. It is enough for me to have you there just to listen. I am here for you when you need me.
Thank you for looking out for meeven with the simple things, like when you say, Stop scratching it! or Dont get Propel, youre dehydrated! Get water! or that look you give me when I crack my knuckles. Youre very insistent, persistent, and consistent.
I dont want to go shopping. I sincerely HATE shopping. Sure, everyone likes gifts, but I could never shop on someone elses dimeor even my own for that matter. I dont much care for it, period. Shopping like crazy at the mall is for dumb broads who talk too loudly behind us at Red Robin about how they spent too much money.
Soyeahhhh
I love you.
Love,
Me
__________________________________________
Dear Ex,
Go to hell. I dont want anything to do with you.
You hurt me more than I could even begin to fathom. And for what? Because youd rather believe a fucking degenerate and two backstabbers?
Lets review Grants slutty history. He got married wicked young. Hes been known to have cheated on his wife, and/or have tried to, on several separate occasions. Youve told me yourself that you dont even like them! Yet, you were so quick to buy into his story. I had sex with a married man?! Where was I during all this?! Where did we do it? When? Where in the hell was his wife?!
More importantly, why would I have told you about all those times hes hit on me if I had actually acted on it? When I told you the things that hed said to me, or messaged me, I had hoped you wouldve said something to him, told him off, been a mansomething! But, no, you didnt do anything. You didnt step up to the plate to protect your woman. Instead, either because I refused his advances or he just doesnt want to be married anymore, he creates all this bullshit about how I fucked him. Riiiight
Now, on the subject of Greg and Ticia. I dont know what their fucking problem is. How they deducted my cheating on you from having a friend over is complete bullshit, too. I would rather kill myself than to ever cut myself off from my friends for a boyfriend. Granted, practically all my friends are guys. You knew that going in, and its never been a problem before.
But, a bored, married, teenaged couple tell you otherwise, and suddenly weve got issues.
When you first threw all these accusations at me, I just about cried myself to death. How could you think so little of me? How could you even suspect me of such things?
Not only would I have never hurt you like that, but I wouldnt do that to myself, to my self-esteem.
But now, I dont care. I dont need someone like you in my life. I dont need that negativity, that lack of trust.
I hope youre miserable.
Im happy.
Youre replaceable, obviously.
Insincerely,
The One Youll Forever Regret Fucking Over
__________________________________________
Dear Co-worker,
I DO despise you.
Youre irritating. You chew gum too loudly, you talk too loudly, and your laugh makes me want to fucking kill you.
Youre a spoiled little OC brat. Youre afraid to get your hands dirty and youre disgusted at the thought of doing any real work.
Drinking is your despicable vice. You talk about it like its something to be proud of.
I dont care about your fucking money, I dont care about your fucking BMW or any other fucking car you have to talk about. I dont care that you went with your stupid friends to a club where you spend $150 on a bottle of Jack Daniels.
You think you know everything, but you dont know shit. You dont know shit about heartache, you dont know shit about having it rough, and you dont know shit about the true worth of a human being.
I could never want you, despite all your tries.
Youre fucking stuck-up and youre a horrible person.
Venomously,
The Skirt
__________________________________________
Dear SG Community,
Thank you all for being here for me. Thank you guys and dolls for offering your support and your kind words in all that Ive gone through, and continue to go through.
Everyone tell Chloe to do a set with me. She has to go back to blond, though. You know, for contrast.
Hal Sparks is the man.
Micaela is hot, and if you havent seen her set, youre a limey bastard. However, I will be willing to forgive you if you check it out right now.
Burlesque try-outs are in July in Palm Springs. I will be there. Yes. I shall. Does anyone know if were supposed to come with our own routine, or what?
Im working on putting together a new set. I have a photographer in mind. The photographers a chick, and apparently shes pretty excited about taking pictures of me naked. Me too, says I. I just need a set idea.
UghhhThe boys of AFI need to go on tour and put out that fucking album. Their shows are fuckin fantastic
I love you guys. Always have, always will.
If anyone, ANYONE ever makes you feel less than stellar, remove them from your life. They dont deserve you. Youre a beautiful person, and you should be treated accordingly.
Until next time
-Calypso
(PS) FUCK SHIT UP!!!
Forgive me for what I must do.
For less than two weeks have I known of your presence, but just as you have attached yourself to me, I have become attached to you.
I want to be able to see your face. I want to hold you in my arms and let you suckle at my breast. I want to be your mother, your best friend, your protector.
Ah, if there is a god, I shall surely go to hell for this! And if there is some cosmic waiting room in which you linger, waiting to be born, forgive me for that, too. The time is not right just yet. Your day will come, my darling, but it is not now.
Already I love you, though you are naught but the size of a grain of rice. And by the time you are snatched from my body, your tiny heart will have just begun beating.
I do not hate you, my child, and parting with you is not at all what I want. However, I must also respect the wishes of your father, for although you are in MY womb, you are his child, as well.
How I wish I could keep youAlas, we are not ready
But when that day comes, I shall not let you down. I will exert all my energy into making you happy and giving you the things I cannot yet provide for you.
Until thenwe shall just have to wait.
Please forgive me.
Forgive me.
Love,
Mommy
__________________________________________
Dear Lover,
These are truly trying times, are they not? I know you will not fail me. I know you will hold my hand through all this and kiss my forehead as you always do. I know you will look at me with loving concern as we sit in the lobby of the clinic, as Ill inevitably be sobbing all the while. I know youll take care of me to the best of your abilities.
I meant all that I said last night, and I most certainly will make it worth your while to stick by my side. I need nothing more than your love, your support, and your reassurance. In return I will give you all of memy heart, my body, my very spirit will be yours the day you tell me youll need me always.
I want to be the one for you, my sweetI have enjoyed opening my eyes to see you bustling about in the early hours of the morning. I have loved your soft kisses and the placement of your hand on my bare shoulder before you leave for work. My body shivers at every word you whisper.
And, oh, the wonderfully absurd sense of humor we shareBut Im serious about peeing in your mouthuh, yeah.
I appreciate that you opened up to me the other night. I know it took a lot, but I hope it made you feel slightly better to have said it. I, too, have had several hurtful moments in my life, though none as severe as yours. I would love for us to be able to talk openly about such things. But, if you wish not to discuss them, I will not push you. It is enough for me to have you there just to listen. I am here for you when you need me.
Thank you for looking out for meeven with the simple things, like when you say, Stop scratching it! or Dont get Propel, youre dehydrated! Get water! or that look you give me when I crack my knuckles. Youre very insistent, persistent, and consistent.
I dont want to go shopping. I sincerely HATE shopping. Sure, everyone likes gifts, but I could never shop on someone elses dimeor even my own for that matter. I dont much care for it, period. Shopping like crazy at the mall is for dumb broads who talk too loudly behind us at Red Robin about how they spent too much money.
Soyeahhhh
I love you.
Love,
Me
__________________________________________
Dear Ex,
Go to hell. I dont want anything to do with you.
You hurt me more than I could even begin to fathom. And for what? Because youd rather believe a fucking degenerate and two backstabbers?
Lets review Grants slutty history. He got married wicked young. Hes been known to have cheated on his wife, and/or have tried to, on several separate occasions. Youve told me yourself that you dont even like them! Yet, you were so quick to buy into his story. I had sex with a married man?! Where was I during all this?! Where did we do it? When? Where in the hell was his wife?!
More importantly, why would I have told you about all those times hes hit on me if I had actually acted on it? When I told you the things that hed said to me, or messaged me, I had hoped you wouldve said something to him, told him off, been a mansomething! But, no, you didnt do anything. You didnt step up to the plate to protect your woman. Instead, either because I refused his advances or he just doesnt want to be married anymore, he creates all this bullshit about how I fucked him. Riiiight
Now, on the subject of Greg and Ticia. I dont know what their fucking problem is. How they deducted my cheating on you from having a friend over is complete bullshit, too. I would rather kill myself than to ever cut myself off from my friends for a boyfriend. Granted, practically all my friends are guys. You knew that going in, and its never been a problem before.
But, a bored, married, teenaged couple tell you otherwise, and suddenly weve got issues.
When you first threw all these accusations at me, I just about cried myself to death. How could you think so little of me? How could you even suspect me of such things?
Not only would I have never hurt you like that, but I wouldnt do that to myself, to my self-esteem.
But now, I dont care. I dont need someone like you in my life. I dont need that negativity, that lack of trust.
I hope youre miserable.
Im happy.
Youre replaceable, obviously.
Insincerely,
The One Youll Forever Regret Fucking Over
__________________________________________
Dear Co-worker,
I DO despise you.
Youre irritating. You chew gum too loudly, you talk too loudly, and your laugh makes me want to fucking kill you.
Youre a spoiled little OC brat. Youre afraid to get your hands dirty and youre disgusted at the thought of doing any real work.
Drinking is your despicable vice. You talk about it like its something to be proud of.
I dont care about your fucking money, I dont care about your fucking BMW or any other fucking car you have to talk about. I dont care that you went with your stupid friends to a club where you spend $150 on a bottle of Jack Daniels.
You think you know everything, but you dont know shit. You dont know shit about heartache, you dont know shit about having it rough, and you dont know shit about the true worth of a human being.
I could never want you, despite all your tries.
Youre fucking stuck-up and youre a horrible person.
Venomously,
The Skirt
__________________________________________
Dear SG Community,
Thank you all for being here for me. Thank you guys and dolls for offering your support and your kind words in all that Ive gone through, and continue to go through.
Everyone tell Chloe to do a set with me. She has to go back to blond, though. You know, for contrast.
Hal Sparks is the man.
Micaela is hot, and if you havent seen her set, youre a limey bastard. However, I will be willing to forgive you if you check it out right now.
Burlesque try-outs are in July in Palm Springs. I will be there. Yes. I shall. Does anyone know if were supposed to come with our own routine, or what?
Im working on putting together a new set. I have a photographer in mind. The photographers a chick, and apparently shes pretty excited about taking pictures of me naked. Me too, says I. I just need a set idea.
UghhhThe boys of AFI need to go on tour and put out that fucking album. Their shows are fuckin fantastic
I love you guys. Always have, always will.
If anyone, ANYONE ever makes you feel less than stellar, remove them from your life. They dont deserve you. Youre a beautiful person, and you should be treated accordingly.
Until next time
-Calypso
(PS) FUCK SHIT UP!!!
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audient:
I am amazed.
brinny:
thank you.... that is all i can say...