Dear X

Thank you, Cat. She was the sunshine in her place of work and town, a badass mom full of realness, a loving wife and friend, and an inspiration in her work. And someone shot her, and now she's gone. So many hearts hurt.
I'm so deeply sorry.
Some things are just senseless.
 
Dearest Friend, Soul Sister, and Amazing Human

I met you during your last pregnancy. You were scared, but excited. You were quiet, and unsure of yourself, but you loved wholeheartedly and had a genuinely kind, compassionate spirit. I don’t believe anyone who truly knew you could keep from loving you. You lit up the world with your smile even when happiness wasn't always behind your eyes.

You were so young when you became a mama but you did it so well, through the obstacles, through the pain, through the truly unfair shit life threw at you. You were a wonderful mother to your three beautiful babies. I had the honor of being present at the birth of your third and I will cherish that memory forever.

Our chats together about birth, pregnancy, the wonder of it and how it inspired your career path later on were inspiring. Through the years we’ve kept in touch and been there for each other through some hard things, and celebrated each other through the beautiful moments. I watched you blossom from a girl who was unsure of yourself into a woman who used your voice for everything good in the world. You were an advocate for women and children, you were an incredible mother. I’m glad I told you every chance I got what a wonderful person you were. I’m glad I got to witness you finally get the beautiful things in life that you deserved.

I can’t believe, after everything you overcame, after finally finding the love of your life and making the life you always dreamed of, that I’ll never get another random message from you again. I can't look at the books sitting on my desk that I planned to give to you knowing you will never pick them up. I can’t believe you’re gone. I love you sweet girl. I’m so sorry. I don’t even know what else to say. I’m so fucking sorry.
💔😓
So very sorry for your loss! She was blessed to have you in her life. 🌹
 
Dear X aka traveling pain,

Please make up your mind if you wanna hurt my shoulder, my wrist, my palm, my back, my hip or my bloody knee!

Thank you very fucking much!!! DUH!
 
Dear new guy in Timlins,

I'm used to the other guy. You took me by surprise with your nice smile and friendly attitude. If you'd been less attractive to me, I'd have flirted my usual banter but instead I panicked, got a bit tongue-tied and even did my old 'I'm married' type of talk by pointing out the watch battery was for my husband. It's a kind of old self-defence approach meaning 'don't flirt with me because I'll freak out'. I haven't reacted that way to anyone for a *very* long time. You were just too attractive for me, dammit.

Now I've made it clear I'm married and have kids, I can relax and just be the weird lady customer.

Signed,

Caught off guard.
 
Dear Litster,

Don't bother asking people to get in touch and then not bothering to reply to their messages,

Disillusioned
 
Dear Oldest Pair of Shorts that I own,

You may be frayed.
Your colours may be fading.
Your button and string lost countless ages ago.
The mesh netting that you once lovingly cupped my balls with, is now ancient history…..


However, with these changes, I look forward to seeing your state in another fifteen years.

Although the self titled Litsters will not understand this statement, since they have none, you do not throw out an old friend due to aging…you bless them for their longevity, and continue sharing experiences in a life well lived.


I’m going to swim in you tonight, my old friend.
And maybe even piss in the river for old time’s sake.


😉🇨🇦
 
Dear X...

I get the strong feeling that you don't like me and I'm puzzled as to why.

Signed,
Confused.
 
Dear September,

I know you're not fully gone yet, and I guess there's still potential for you to fuck me over somehow, BUT I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here when I needed you the most. July was a bitch, and August was her mother. I needed your comfort, your calm, and you delivered very well. I can't lie that I'm hoping October is making notes on how to behave, but at least you've recharged me to be able to deal with it. Until next year, my friend.

Sincerely,

The minute-grabber.
 
Dear Netflix,
Yes, I am still watching Longmire. No, I don't want you to ask me again. I'm on vacation, I can be a couch potato for heaven's sake!
Love,
Binger
Dear Binger,

I read "bing-er" and for a moment wondered what a "bing-er" is. Like someone who goes "Bing!" when an episode finishes...

Sincerely,

brain-farter.
 
Dear toys,

Brace yourself. Next week, you're going to get used and abused like never before. Do not fail me.

Sincerely,

not-a-teenage-boy-but-acting-like-one
Dear not-a-teenage-boy-but-acting-like-one,

You are a lucky, lucky lady! Knowing you have uninterrupted time is a heady feeling. Maybe you need a new toy to add to the mix…and nope, I’m not jealous. Not at all. 😉

Wishing you multiple good times,

A Litster not usually a supporter of consumerism unless it the product is a new toy.
 
Dear toys,

Brace yourself. Next week, you're going to get used and abused like never before. Do not fail me.

Sincerely,

not-a-teenage-boy-but-acting-like-one
Dear not-a-teenage-boy-but-acting-like-one,

You are a lucky, lucky lady! Knowing you have uninterrupted time is a heady feeling. Maybe you need a new toy to add to the mix…and nope, I’m not jealous. Not at all. 😉

Wishing you multiple good times,

A Litster not usually a supporter of consumerism unless it the product is a new toy.
Dear Litsters,

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Signed,

Sorry, someone had to Litster
 
Dear not-a-teenage-boy-but-acting-like-one,

You are a lucky, lucky lady! Knowing you have uninterrupted time is a heady feeling. Maybe you need a new toy to add to the mix…and nope, I’m not jealous. Not at all. 😉

Wishing you multiple good times,

A Litster not usually a supporter of consumerism unless it the product is a new toy.

Dear toy enthusiast,

That feeling is truly exciting. I'd normally say to not be jealous, but I'll be having sooooooo many orgasms that it's only natural to want to be in my shoes. Or rather, my bed. :D

Sincerely,

Going to be walking funny.
 
Dear toy enthusiast,

That feeling is truly exciting. I'd normally say to not be jealous, but I'll be having sooooooo many orgasms that it's only natural to want to be in my shoes. Or rather, my bed. :D

Sincerely,

Going to be walking funny.
Dear Going to be Walking Funny,

Pictures - or it didn't happen!

Sincerely,

I wouldn't have to write that if you leave your window shades open.
 
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