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Dear Litster,

I fucking hate you. You'll probably know exactly who you are, too. After all the bullshit, I tried to come out of it with some understanding. I decided that a more compassionate reaction to your damaged self would be more like me taking the high road. I didn't do it for you, you disgusting slag. Obviously. You're nothing to me. However, you put others on this emotional roller coaster and you ruin lives and families, and I am at my wit's end. It's not fair to my family. It's damn sure not fair to my child, especially when she knows her moms are stressed out, but she has no fucking clue why. I can't very well explain that to a six year old, can I? You spread chaos like a disease. You're fucking goddess Eris, you whiny shit. Please, don't mistake that for a compliment. I've had it with your fuckery. I have had it.

Please, PM me. I dare you to, you piece of shit.
 
Dear pot of any color you like Litster

Nope, never played Snooker (does that involve Snookie? must be some Yankee thing)
Continuity is over-rated but that may just be a momentary lapse of reason on my part. Either that or some minor brain damage?
When you speak to me it's hard to breathe.
Oh but look at the time! I'd better be on the run,

Living in the pink Litster

Dear Living Pink Litster,

Snooker - it's English, do you consider them Yankees? In '69 there was a Snooker tournament commissioned called "Pot Black". Ain't that somethin'?

I looked and your message was time stamped 1:04 AM. Is there some significance to that and what's your hurry? Why or who are you running from? Perhaps it is I who has the brain damage. I have a spare inhaler.

Have you found religion, "Living in the Pink"?

All Q's no A's Litster.
 
dear litster who is a real person and not an alt of that other person,
thank you for listening
yours,
paranoid little me
 
Dear hubs Litster,

You done went and ignored me for the last damn time. It's biting you in the ass. Guess you'll just have to deal with it.


How ya like me now Litster.
 
Dear Litster,

I was perusing some threads earlier today and realized how much I missed you.

I hope you are well.

Summertime Absent Litster
 
Dear Living Pink Litster,

Snooker - it's English, do you consider them Yankees? In '69 there was a Snooker tournament commissioned called "Pot Black". Ain't that somethin'?

I looked and your message was time stamped 1:04 AM. Is there some significance to that and what's your hurry? Why or who are you running from? Perhaps it is I who has the brain damage. I have a spare inhaler.

Have you found religion, "Living in the Pink"?

All Q's no A's Litster.
Dearest All Q's and no A's

Did you lose on Jeopardy?
I still don't know much about pot or snooker (although I was once snookered into 69 if you must know.)
Ahh time, it just keeps slipping slipping slipping...
Or maybe someone's keeping me up at night?
I found religion to be tiresome--there are much better uses for a Sunday morning on my knees.

Humming a merry tune Litster
 
Dear Litster,

I fucking hate you. You'll probably know exactly who you are, too. After all the bullshit, I tried to come out of it with some understanding. I decided that a more compassionate reaction to your damaged self would be more like me taking the high road. I didn't do it for you, you disgusting slag. Obviously. You're nothing to me. However, you put others on this emotional roller coaster and you ruin lives and families, and I am at my wit's end. It's not fair to my family. It's damn sure not fair to my child, especially when she knows her moms are stressed out, but she has no fucking clue why. I can't very well explain that to a six year old, can I? You spread chaos like a disease. You're fucking goddess Eris, you whiny shit. Please, don't mistake that for a compliment. I've had it with your fuckery. I have had it.

Please, PM me. I dare you to, you piece of shit.

I'm afraid to.
 
Dear Litster,

I fucking hate you. You'll probably know exactly who you are, too. After all the bullshit, I tried to come out of it with some understanding. I decided that a more compassionate reaction to your damaged self would be more like me taking the high road. I didn't do it for you, you disgusting slag. Obviously. You're nothing to me. However, you put others on this emotional roller coaster and you ruin lives and families, and I am at my wit's end. It's not fair to my family. It's damn sure not fair to my child, especially when she knows her moms are stressed out, but she has no fucking clue why. I can't very well explain that to a six year old, can I? You spread chaos like a disease. You're fucking goddess Eris, you whiny shit. Please, don't mistake that for a compliment. I've had it with your fuckery. I have had it.

Please, PM me. I dare you to, you piece of shit.


Geebus how does one get involved like that? Seriously intense. Can't imagine its a one way street though.
 
Dear expanding your interests litster,
I was cleaning out my pm box and realised I still had our first messages.
Somedays I briefly entertain 'what if'...
Signed, don't worry, not off my reality rocker, your dose of calcium, litster.
 
Dear Lister,

I am wondering if I should stop even trying with you... give me a sign yes or no.

Frustrated.
 
Dear peach addicted Litster....

All yours. All ripe. Very ready.
You have peach juice dripping off your chin. Here, let me get that for you.

Your trying to be helpful and likes it when you are sticky litster
 
Dear Helpful and Likes it Sticky Litster,

Bring that fuzzy sweetness to my face, sit down, and watch how I devour your *fruit*.....

....and if you keep squirming, I'm only going to demand more. So relax...enjoy my banana till I'm sated...

:)

Peach Addicted Litster
 
Dear PMing litster...

Why bother sending me a pm & expect a reply if you're going to disable your PMs where you can't receive a reply :confused:

Would've replied to you litster
 
Dear luvly big 1 Litster,


I approve of your new cam. and the photo subject as well. ;)

what else ya got for me? :devil:

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ



Signed,

Tuck Me In Anytime Litster
 
Dear Yummy Litster,

I'm sorry I've been so crazy busy, hopefully we can catch up this weekend.

Signed,

Miissing you Litster
 
Dear Litster,

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey.

Vitamin D deficient Litster :)
 
Dear Vitamin deficient litster.

Would you share some of your happiness with wanting a pm so she can rip someone's face off. It appears they need a lil happiness this evening.

Quietly slips back into her hole humming a lil tune litster.
 
Dear Hard Working Litster,

Only a little bit longer and it'll all be worth it.

Signed,
Your Number One Cheerleader
:kiss:
 
Dear Number One Cheerleader,

You know I'll be super glad when this is all over. One more full week. I think I'll make it. I'm thinking of you and looking forward to more time for us. It will be nice to get some time together.

Signed,

Hoping You're Feeling Better

:kiss:
 
Dear Pokey Mule,

You were in my thoughts today. I hope you had a good to and fro.
I'm sure it was Hell on Wheels. :D

:heart:
The poked Mulette
 
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