A carta rejeitada quer ser amada
como um corpo abandonado
sofre num cantar lânguida
pelo encontro desejado
A carta rejeitada quer ser amada
How are you. I know you don’t like me. i know you are so happy with your bf. but i just want to say you, i will always love you.
I secretly run around the house pantless
Hi grandma and grandpa!
Just wanted to say hi and show you a couple pictures you might find interesting. One is me going to class today. Thanks for the shirt! The second is my first big boy suit. I found a really good sale a couple weeks ago and wanted something nice since I’ll be interviewing a lot in the coming months. I put it on my best hanger! Third, my new aquarium stand. I found this nice big 45 gallon aquarium on the street a couple months ago, couldn’t believe someone was getting rid of it. We didnt have anywhere to put it in our apartment though since it will be so heavy when filled (almost 400 pounds). So my roommate and I made this stand. It’s just two by fours and plywood, not pretty but strong as a rock!
Can you send me that Google Document again? I forgot to add it to my drive
ahhh I don’t know what to do with my life right now
So sorry you two lost the bracket challenge but you still owe money.
You were never the one.
I always thought i was the only nerd who loved marketing and advertising as much as i actually do! I stumbled upon this website–which brought me to “forgottenemails” and I AM IN LOVE! please dont stop!
anxiety sucks. but i can’t accept that. all i can think about is how i suck. and how im not studying. and how im not doing assignments. and how im letting my professors down. and most importantly how im letting myself down. i know what i want in life. i want to be the best at whatever i choose to do. im so lucky as to know that. but i feel like now thats a curse. its not that “being the best” means i have unreasonable standards. the problem is that i don’t know how to deal with setbacks. setbacks are so far from being the best that they stun me. they stop me in my tracks. they make me feel like im unworthy of all the love i get from everyone in my life. so instead of using setbacks to motivate me to do better and then getting excited when i am doing better, i sit there, stunned by the setback, unable to comprehend what just happened, unable to move forward. finally when the stress of the setback peaks, i spring into action, knowing full well that i can never now feel like im being the best or even doing my best because there just isn’t enough time.
i think i just love you too much. my life just got too jumbled up when i started really really really liking you and i couldn’t be with you. it broke me.
It’s been quite awhile. When did we last meet? I think it was last year but you didn’t acknowledge me as much as you did back then. I wanted to ask how you’ve been, I wanted you to talk to me about your new school, classmates and such. But I couldn’t or you didn’t want to.
I regret what I said last time. I’m not perfect, I didn’t know what to say. It was all so sudden. I meant to say thank you for liking me for who I am. I meant to say I like you too. Unfortunately, I got tongue-tied. So stupid. You stopped talking to me and ignored me. It was awkward. I wanted us to hang out just like what we did before. I couldn’t do it though. I was afraid that you’d reject me, say that you’re too busy or something.
You probably have someone else you like now. I feel so jealous but I don’t have any rights. I look at your social media profiles every now and then, just wanting to make sure that you’re doing fine and all. I am regretting the things that I haven’t done and said to you. I’m sorry for my words last time, it probably hurt you. I know you wont come back but I’ll be here if and when you need me. But I know you don’t need me anymore. You’ve someone else.
Is it possible for a person to be happy and sad at the same time? Because I am.
People always make fun of my name.
Jimmy jo jim jumbuck jino is nothing to laugh at.
Jimmy jo jim jumbuk jino
I thought that I was going to see some of the drafts I saved in my email, not write one. But oh well, I guess this is okay too. It’ll be a laugh to see what I’ll write on here over the goddamn years. Hmmmm……
Maybe I can add in a little bit of poetry to impress my goddamn future self? Or is it not how it works? Okay.
It is me again. I know that my last email to you seemed somewhat cringy and soppy, but I needed to write it down. Like I said before, writing down makes everything fall into place.
Not gonna lie, looked you up several times on social media. Checked everything again and again. Was still surprised to see my images on your FB. I know you are a photographer, but for some reason, they seem too personal now.
Just wanted to let you know that I went on few dates. You told me that the good guys would never break my heart. Well, you were wrong…
What’s up with the guys nowadays?..
I went out with this nice guy, works in the police department, does freelancing on the side. But.. he was divorced. Just like you. But his case was so different than yours. He had two kids. His marriage failed because they fell out of love. For some unknown reason, I liked that guy. He seemed genuine. And you know what, for the first time in 2 years I felt butterflies in my stomach when he leant to kiss me.
You know what frustrating is? He ended whatever was going on between us. Two completely different timetables. Weird, huh?
It is like you cursed me with that.
I have meant to ask. Does your new girl complete you in every way? Is sex good? Does she give you better blow jobs? Are you able to speak about your mommy issues with her?
Honestly, I don’t even know why I am writing to you. I guess, after seeing that you became a wedding photographer, something clicked in my mind. You made fun of my wedding-themed Pinterest, and now you are the one who is in that industry.
I guess, we are not so different after all..
i miss you, I want you here as soon as possible.
I am just afraid that I won’t be able to love you the way you need me to. I am afraid I will hurt you, cause you pain and disappointment. I am also afraid that if we are both depressed, that will make things more difficult for us, that we won’t be able to take care of each other. I don’t know… As if being apart would be any easier. I remembered just how much harder it is to really be without you during this past week. I want to be us again. I want to be happy. I know you’re not a magic bullet, but I know the way I feel isn’t normal, and I know it’s not your fault, I’m sorry for taking it out on you.
I hope you have been able to think this past week, to be sure this is what you really want. I just keep doubting that I am enough for you. If you were asking me to move, now, or never… I don’t know what I would do. I really wouldn’t want to move, and I am afraid of how that would effect us… That I would resent you for making me move. I don’t want to put you in that same position, I don’t want you to resent me. If you want out, I am giving you that chance.
I want to give us a chance, a real chance this time. It has to be soon.
I am sorry I didn’t call you tonight, the [awesome movie] screening was tonight, and I got home at 11:30. Tomorrow I’ll be working late. I am looking forward to talking to you, but I don’t want to keep you up late or get cut short, so I’ll call on Wednesday. I didn’t want you to be worried about me, or think that this was my plan to just disappear on you. I also wanted to let you know [our cat] is doing ok.
I regret not kissing you hello.
I regret not kissing you good-bye.
We’ve known each other for years now, and I can’t find the words to tell him how I feel
So yeah it would’ve been awful if we’d split up so early. But have you no respect for my abilities? Do you believe in me at all? I was already doing very difficult things all by myself. I became a single mom while you behaved as a bachelor professor. You took what I had because it suited you. Not to save me. You took what you wanted and left the rest of me behind you.
You said I can choose if I don’t want you. You still have this so wrong. I want what I always wanted: love, respect, faithfulness, trust, and now, freedom. I thought I had those. But you were in control the whole time. It’s not you. It’s what you did to me.
i always tell myself no matter how my mom think of me or care for me i will prove to her i can do it no matter how hard is this
I lava you.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
max martin Light up the world
I already heard the big news about your big walking-down-the-street-that-caved-in mishap, please refer to your myspace page for more info. Seriously I hope you aren’t in too much pain. You are the most accident prone lady I know! Please fill me in on the details though, I want to know exactly how this happened.
we’re not mobile right now
i think relationship building is a huge part of it
there is an airport in chicago that is convenient to toronto
call to problem solve together
why is it so important for me to be in toronto? how can i meet those needs without being there?
You are beautiful, you are gorgeous. Looking at you feels like freezing into ice the same temperature as the color of your eyes. But that isn’t why I’m writing you this. You are substance behind that. You are a room with a view. Your almost imperceptible frown at someone’s mistake. The crinkles at the corners of your eyes when you smile. The confident edge of your voice when you speak. The easy way you command people. Your shoulders pulled back with an aristocratic dignity. You blushing when you’re embarrassed. You forcing me a mushroom chicken cutlet to eat. I can’t tell you how excited I was when I heard you were waiting and joining [us]. It was great working with you. Good luck. I’ll miss you.
It’s been a while. I thought about you quite a lot since that day two years ago.
You and I.. We had a different sort of relationship. We were both broken people and I was your support and you were mine. Slowly though, we both changed each other. At least, you changed me. We had so many memories. So many nights spent just talking to each other. I enjoyed that. We made each other stronger. At one point, we no longer needed each other. And that’s why that day, I was able to break it off. I didn’t talk to you after that night. I didn’t even bother to contact you.
Then one day, I heard that your dad was in critical health. I didn’t want to at first, but I finally gathered up the courage to call you. I tried to give you hope and honestly if I could, I would have made it all better. But i couldn’t. A few days passed and I heard your dad passed away. You were depressed. That’s what your friends told me cause I never did talk to you. I don’t know why though… I heard you changed after that. You closed yourself shut. After all, your life wasn’t easy even when your dad was alive.
I don’t really know if I miss you. But I regret not being there when you needed a friend. Sometimes, I think back and wonder what would have happened if I stayed your friend. Would I have saved you from your sorrows ? I will never know.
I know you know this. But I will say it again. I loved you a lot. More than I loved anybody. And I don’t know if I will love anybody so much again.
I hope you stay well. Someday, I hope to fix everything with you. It will never be the same, but maybe we could start over…
I hate that I’ve been a force in your life, some killer of spirit. I have never felt such love or affection from you as I did that night that we lay in front of the fire at my house and you just looked at my face for an immeasurable amount of time and touched it. Knowing that it’s my fault that it hasn’t happened since makes me feel terrible. It should be me telling you that you should find someone better. Someone that is less damaged, less–
Hi Mom and Dad,
I’ve organized the guest list so it can be easily counted and organized for seating arrangements. Can you take a look at the list and see if you can fill in some of the missing details?
I’ve highlighted some rows:
The green rows are people who are listed with kids (not specifically married): do you know which people have kids over 12 (they will need to be counted as adults), and if they are over 12, are they likely to bring an extra guest?
The purple rows are people with married kids, but the married kids don’t have any info: do you know their names, if they’re at separate addresses, and if they have their own kids (under or over 12)? If there are kids you don’t know the details of, can we remove them from the list?
Also, I’d like to identify the family tree of the guests to help me figure out seating arrangements.
I will also probably need to cut out some people, so if there are people that you don’t know the information of, these may be people we should cut out.
We can go through it together next week. Talk to you soon!
What’s going on Michster?
How’s your fall going? Sad the warm weather has left us?
Any details about your newfound auntiness?
Congrats, by the way. That’s pretty exciting news. I just got back from spending a week with my niece. She’s walking now, and talking a lot of crazy jibberish stories, but they’re all still awesome. She’s got a love for books and playing airplane. It’s good times. I’ve got a new position with GNR. It’s pretty strategic, and involves a lot of creative new big ideas… pretty fun stuff! I’d love to tell you all about it when I see you next.
Any travels lately? Still planning a big trip
How’s work going? Getting a lot of time with clients?
Have a great weekend!
Você não acreditou no meu potencial.
Você subestimou meus conhecimentos.
Você não deu aquela oportunidade que
eu tanto queria. Pq eu era nova demais?
Pq eu era mulher? Pq eu não aceitei ocupar
apenas o lugar que meu foi dirigido.
Mas parece que o jogo virou não é mesmo?
It feels silly that I know it’s silly to believe in fairy-tale stories but and I will blame Disney for all that conditioning I suffered during my growing up years. You know how it’s so difficult to put down those rose-tinted glasses when one has worn them for the longest time.
All could have been perfect and well if I would meet a nice girl to settle down with pretending we own castles and are rulers of our own kingdoms. Game of Thrones actually changed all of that with the violence and gore plus all that killing…
Anyway, that’s not the point. The major point is that I am not straight… Yes, I am gay and I’ve fallen for you a perfectly straight man in grand delusional hopes that you would love me for who I am. After all, I had read about two straight guys who had fallen in love and that sexuality is fluid so anything’s possible right? Damn Disney…
You’re not exactly Prince Charming material - you know the fair chiselled facial features with white porcelain teeth, etc. - but you are the epitome of a man’s man whom any girl (or guy) would be so lucky to have - polite, scruffy, gruff, gentlemanly, kind and green/blue eyes.
You’ve no idea the countless times I’ve caught myself wishing wistfully when you look so engrossed at work to just kiss you and magically make you mine but I know people would stare and maybe you would mind. I did ask you once if you minded me being gay and being around you but you simply shrugged it off and punched me in the shoulder saying that I would never ever make anyone feel comfortable because I’m a great guy.
Those were the only words I heard and that punch was the only contact we had. I wasn’t sure if I want you to have a girlfriend or anyone because I do wish you’re mine but I want you to be happy and it hurts me when you furrowed your brows after a huge argument with your landlord and you complained that the rent was too expensive.
I would want to live in with you but I don’t know how to talk to you just so you can reduce your rent and I would get to see you every day. Isn’t it a win-win situation you see? I didn’t want to come off as a freak but right now, maybe I’m one.
I want to be there for you, with you, beside you. If only you’d let me…
Will you consider?
But I do. And you took that information and used it to play with me. I gave you everything I had. I became an emotional wreck.
I gave you up and I told you so. Instead of leaving me alone, you pursued me only to mistreat me when I was willing to give you a second chance.
The worst part? I still miss you.
I’ve gone through 34 years of life without ever being accused of being unkind, threatened, dark, or passive-aggressive. So this email tells me that the lens that you look at me through is quite distorted.
I’ve told you many times that I think you are a great artist, counseled, and referred clients.
Remember when you called me to tell me that the only reason P was “liking” the photos on my Facebook page was to make you jealous. I truly felt sorry for you in that call. It’s the same phone call where you told me she thinks you need mental health help. So why are you turning that “seek help” line on me?
Thank you for teaching me to trust my intuition, it’s been a long year of me being kind and generous to you only to find out that you’ve ripped my reputation to shreds with K, P, and who knows else. How sad that this negativity resulted in K closing the group.
I cannot continue to engage with you as I need to surround myself with those who take joy in my light friendly personality and not feel like my friendships, achievements, and happiness are somehow a threat. My hope is that you’ll soon come to a place where you can shine your light, smile, and maintain a beautiful friendship with others for the long haul.
DONE (meaning: emails, account names, etc):
Bank of America
USAA credit card
I need to cancel a report of a stolen bicycle I made through the website:
“This confirms that your declaration has been submitted to An Garda Síochána. Thank you for using our Online Declaration. Please retain your unique confirmation ID ‘[REDACTED]’ for future reference.”
It turned out to be my neighbour. He brought it back. I’m terribly sorry for wasting your time.
Hey, sorry…was away from computer for most of the day.
For me, marijuana doesn’t impair me, it improves me. I am not ashamed to take a couple tylenol for a headache, a Zyrtec for allergies, or partake in marijuana for my sometimes-crippling anxiety in front of her.
I would say, in my experience, it’s nothing like booze. It is a medicine that helps me function. I am a better mother when I able to function.
Alcohol is legal and socially acceptable and dangerous when abused.
Similarly, I’m not happy about my child being around cigarette smoke, because it’s dangerous to her health. But, I know it’s socially acceptable to smoke, so the onus is on me to keep my child away from people who are smoking.
I talk to my kid about why I use marijuana. I also let her know she’s not old enough for it. The culture is shifting around pot. It is becoming more and more socially acceptable every day.
People using weed in one form or another should be the least of our worries. I don’t wish to be sequestered.
You didn’t think I could let you spew hate on me without replying, did you?
I know what we had, even if you didn’t acknowledge it in words. I know how I felt about you. It surprised me.
You are slutty with your money and then expect everyone to appreciate your “gifts.”
I felt you found many ways to road block my success at
You have a secret code you expect everyone to know Having high standards is great, but your rules need to be explained explicitly. You expected me to act a certain way but couldn’t explain how.
I’m a grownup. No more games. I told you how much I liked you. You make me smile. You’re equally badass and delightfully goofy.
I thought when I was telling you I would help keep you “safe,” it meant emotionally.
You didn’t think your money was going to impress this big American clown, did you?
You are attracted to drama because you are comfortable in chaos. Chaos shuts down the voices.
After saying such terrible things to me –shame on you, by the way– I felt I should have an opportunity to speak my truth.
I’m writing to share with you what you look like from my point of view.
You know how hard I have fought tooth and nail to get back on my feet after a long struggle.
May I suggest that if you want to really make a positive impact on someone’s life, try doing it unconditionally. If you can’t do that, put explicit agreements in place so you’ll never feel taken “advantage of.”
Your power is money and you use it to control people. Instead of talking your feelings out, you pull your “gifts” away.
You said several times that we “never had a relationship,” as if that would cripple me. Silly man, you are the only who couldn’t accept we had. You saying that we didn’t have a relationship didn’t hurt me, it made me pity you. You must really be suffering.
You, too, are a pauper. You have a poverty of love. You don’t think you deserve great love, much like I used to feel I didn’t deserve great wealth. Both are lies we tell ourselves because it’s easier than doing the fucking work to make awesome things happen.
You couldn’t value what I brought to the table because you thought I was doing it for your money. I thought I had found a friend who understood that I needed to get back on my feet, to do my own thing.
You can’t even be honest with your executive assistant. I think you were ashamed of your feelings for me.
You want freedom, autonomy, I get that. I really get that.
When you pulled over to the side of the ride to call me to tell me you thought you had real feelings for me…I was so touched. Yet, I knew that it would be difficult for me
You confuse obedience with love.
I have my own journey. In March, you needed help from me and I was showing up in a big way for someone else… and myself.
You wanted me to do things but without telling me what those things were.
I was up to the challenge. I didn’t flip out when you barely responded to my texts for a month. I was put in an uncomfortable place of not wanting to bug you too much, while knowing you were hurting from your divorce dates.
I can still feel the dirty look you shot me when you couldn’t open the lock at
The only thing I really wanted from you was kindness, transparency, and authenticity. You think I am “fake” but I am not. I am real. I am also human.
Explicit agreements and two-way communication, those are the key things you need to succeed in a relationship.
As it turns out, you did make an impact in my life. You reminded me that I need to keep my standards high, and to get everything in writing.
It is the beginning of a very happy ending for you,
I saw you for how you really are, warts and all, and still loved you. I only asked the same.
Do I want to be friends? Yes. Do I want to have you in my life? Yes.
Can I do so and still have respect for myself? No, absolutely not. This is the end of the road for us,
Te acabo de poner nombre, hace rato lo pensé hubieras sido una linda Agata, tal vez pensé en el nombre que tu papá nunca me hubiera dejado ponerte, hubiera dicho parece nombre de viejita, creo en su cabeza te llamas Thor, por la misma razón por la cual para mi eres Agata.
Estuviste en nuestra vida durante dos semanas, te esfumaste más rápido de lo que llegaste y pusiste mi vida de cabeza.
No es justo culparte a ti de todo, aunque a veces es más fácil, a veces quisiera que no hubieras aparecido y me ahorraría este dolor.
Hoy no duele, pero me doy cuenta que no estoy bien, con las pocas personas que hablo de ti me ven con cara de pobrecita y me aseguran que voy a estar bien.
Y ¿si no? ¿qué va a pasar conmigo? ¿seguiré siendo este desaste? el cual no puede sentarse a trabajar y divaga quesque trabajando toda la mañana esperando que llegue la hora para hacer de comer, cocinar, después comer, recoger la cocina si bien nos va y después dormir una larga siesta, ver la tele y esperar a que tu papá llegue para hacer la interminable rutina del ¿qué quieres cenar?
Por eso pensé en escribir y después pensé que sería buena idea escribirte a ti. Tu sabes como me siento, y no puedo atormentar más a tu papá, lo voy a volver loco, no es bueno para nuestra relación y seamos sinceras, tu papá no entiende mucho sobre mis interminables chaquetas mentales. Así que ahora te tocará leerme a ti donde quiera que estés. Sé tal vez esto no es muy saludable te tengo que dejar ir, pero tal vez esto me ayuda a hacerlo.
Siempre vas a estar en mi ❤
you haven’t really lived until you’ve seen the accounts department drunk and whooping at a belly dancer
This is going to be super weird.. But I must say this. I think.
I think about you a lot. I miss you. I think I’m in love with you. Or, at the very least, I’m in love with the idea of you. Maybe I’m just clinging on to you because you were the first (and only) one that loved me too. Yes, we were young. We (well, me anyway) probably didn’t realise what it meant. But still… You meant a lot to me.
This message is rather strange and unexpected, I’m sure. I mean, we haven’t seen each other in 10 years (or even spoke!) I don’t even know what your favourite food, or color, movie, song, or band is.. But still… I still think about the things we said to each other. How things could’ve been different. I know it’s crazy. I know. I know you’re married now and you have kids. I’m happy for you. Genuinely. I’m really happy for you.
Why am I sending this? What’s the point? I don’t know. I just feel I need to say it. I don’t have a lot of people in my life and I just want you to know how I feel. Some day, when you’re feeling down, or bad, or feel like nothing can go right.. Just know that there is someone that cares. Someone who thinks you’re awesome and pretty. Intelligent. Perfect. :)
We sometimes drive on the same road home after work. The first time I saw you.. I almost rolled the car. I froze. Time, (and my heart!) stood stil. I cannot describe it. It’s like an arrow pressing through my chest. Every. Time.
I don’t think you saw me.
I remember that time at the mall. You sat at a restaurant and I walked past and our eyes met. It felt like an eternity. My heart has never pounded that fast. I would give anything to know what you were thinking in that moment. Although, you’ve probably long since forgotten that moment.
I wish I could talk to you again. Honestly, I wouldn’t know what to say.
I just want you to know how I feel. I hope you don’t think it’s weird. Or out of place. I hope you can appreciate it.
Good night. Happy new year. I wish you all the best!
I am guessing by now you have gotten paperwork from the court indicating the divorce is final. Since I had gotten a few emails from you in the past few months, I think a part of me expected to hear something from you after I knew paperwork had been delivered to you. It is also possible you imagine I don’t want to hear from you and are giving me space. A part of me also wonders if you’re in denial and don’t want to acknowledge the divorce, and writing any kind of goodbye to me would be too hard for you.
The biggest part of me feels incredibly used by you, that you acknowledged only what you wanted to and not reality. Sometimes I feel like I was just a reflective surface to you although I believe you truly loved me. I tip toed around you to protect your emotions meanwhile having no where to put my own. And that’s my fault for taking that role. Most of me feels like there is no point writing you as you won’t ever understand, and I don’t need you to. But there remains this small part of you for me, the part that holds my happiest memories and the absolute incredibly real love and bond I have for you. I write to that part for my own sake. Now that time has gone by and I realize I won’t hear from you.
When we got married we said out beyond right doing and wrong doing there is a field and we would meet each other there. While too much damage is done and I am too hurt to remain married, or in contact with you, I continue to see you beyond wrongdoings. Despite how incredibly angry I have been with you at times, I continue to see you as I always did, as a good man.
All of this was incredibly hard from me. From the way you responded to my valid pain and reactions, to the lack of respect I got in how careful and giving I was in tending your emotions. Deciding to get divorced was hardest decision of my entire life. It took time to get there, days without appetite and weeks of uncontrollable tears. To hear you question multiple times how much I loved you was the hardest thing I’ve ever heard or been confronted with. This was the last thing I expected for us. I hope that the next person you love you are honest with, and I hope your family is honest with her, that she not be kept from secrets the way I was.
I hope you have found peace within yourself like you wanted and no matter how much anger I feel during times of great pain I really am not angry at you at all. I feel for the pain you carried and I am sorry we both had to go through something so gut wrenching and painful. Divorce and our marriage is not something I can push aside and forget. Divorce has changed my life in away nothing else ever has, my life is now divided in “before” and “after.”
I wish the absolute best for you and I carry the happiest moments of my life from our marriage inside even though acknowledging them brings pain. I have learned a great deal from us, about myself, and find meaning in the growth I’ve endured. I hope you do as well.
you’re not judgmental
we can be goofy together
we’re the same kind of weird
i can tell you anything
we’ve got a good amount of interests in common versus different that keeps things interesting
you can talk about anything cause you’re smart
you can make jokes about anything cause you’re funny
you tell me what you’re thinking and feeling so I’m never guessing or in the dark
you remember things i say that even i don’t remember
there’s no words to describe the way you look at me
that little patch of grey hair behind your right ear
you’ve always got a smile on your face and you can always make me smile
the cereal bowl on your chest
you’re always up for anything
you make me feel special and cared for
you share music with me that you say makes you think of me
i feel like you’ve got my back no matter what
Stop asking new programmers to the team if they would eat a dog since dogs have no souls. I left your madness happily.
I still want you in my arms, and every night I had panic attacks from not getting texts from you… and this has to stop. I want to forget everything. I’ll try my very best to never text you again, and I hope you do the same for me. But then again, it’s easy for you to ignore me because you have other girls to fuck around, and you only come back to me when you’re in a location near me, so I guess the hard part is for me.
Lucky you I’ll still need to send you the presents I promised, otherwise you’ll never hear from me ever again. Enjoy the mixtape I’ve made with all my heart, and the handmade shirt, and the Cyndaquil badge I’ve bought for you, those are your farewell gifts. I wish I never met you.
What can I say, I’m a pusher
Ooh, so Jess is trying to get us table deals? Speaking of Vegas bachies – the FUNNEST bachelorette party I’ve been to in Vegas involved tutus in daytime over our bikinis, with the bride in a sash and tiara. Let me tell you, it got a LOT of attention, and getting hyphy in tutus is a one-of-a-kind experience (they are from the Bay). I’m wondering if I should suggest any ideas to Jess. Do you guys have any theme ideas? You only get 1 bachy (supposedly), so why not live it up?
Los días pasan, y sigo esperando un mensaje. Ese mensaje. Todavía no puedo creer que se haya ido aunque la siento cerca. La extraño mi amiga del alma, todos los días la recuerdo. El otro día pensé en que no entendía porque me sentía tan triste sin usted, depronto estaba exagerando finalmente no viviamos en la misma ciudad hace años. Pero me encontré con millones de fotos, de recuerdos y me reiteré a mi misma que es una de las amistades más grandes que ha existido. Que fuimos y seremos hermanas del alma y que siempre la extrañaré.
Sorry it took me so long to reply. I’ve been cranking out pottery for an upcoming show and Three Rivers Arts Festival. I have 120 pots now, but will probably sell around 260, which means I’ll need about 140 more to make 250 for TRAF….sigh.
Thank you for the links! You know, I had to move from Manatu, Manitoba where I was being raised by my grandma and great aunts to Pennsylvania and live with my horrible biological parents because ALCOA started mining for nickel in the hills above us and polluted all of the ground water and streams. They killed off all of the trout and salmon in our streams, farm animals died, and around 50 Metis Indians who lived about 2 miles from us. Of course the Canadian government claimed it was just a coincidence. I still have anger about it. Especially since ALCOA has their Hall of the American Indians at the Carnegie Museum.
I really like your website, but need to take time to read it more. I’m dyslexic. So, I read everything 3 or 4 times to absorb the information. You should be quite proud of what you’re doing. I’m very proud of you!
Sabes, extraño tu recuerdo.
¿Sabes por qué?
Porque yo se que para ti te está siendo fácil el olvidarte de mi.
Porque tu si tienes miles de cosas en que distraerte.
Porque a ti no te duele el hecho de saber que te hicieron a un lado.
Y me odio a mi misma por no poder sacarte de mi mente. De dejar de pensarte
De seguir adelante.
No puedo sentirme plenamente feliz con mi vida porque arrancaste un enorme pedazo de ella cuando decidiste irte y no luchar por lo nuestro.
Lo peor de todo es que estoy decepcionada de lo nuestro, y aun así no puedo olvidarte.
👋 Hiyeee. Sorry I’ve been disconnected this weekend I’ve been trying to sort some things out. I miss my kids, I miss myself. Bottom line. There were four pivotal moments this week that affected my attitude: seeing Haisam’s comedy show Wednesday, the opportunity meeting, running into an old friend on the street, and failing to make any money this week. I think I’m exceptional at a lot of aspects of our business and fucking suuuuck at the most important part. I’ve never been the production player you and I both know that, but I also feel like it didn’t fucking matter bc I was able to get by, but eventually that would catch up. I haven’t called you because I can’t talk to you right now, I’m in tears writing this fucking email. I don’t want to quit, but I also don’t want to be that person in your business we’ve always talked about: the drowning one. To be honest I love working non-profits, but I feel like we’re lying to people and I can’t represent a company with those standards. I know what permits cost from running the Oklahoma office. Speaking of, when I came back to Dallas you said I would be running events and not canvassing. My kids miss me I spend an hour with them during the week and it’s starting to affect them. I know new hours have started, but either way the damage is done and to know I’ve caused that damage and I’m not even making any fucking money? Christmas is coming and last week and this week were make or break for me. So I’m unsure of what to do anymore. Stephen hates this job and is starting to hate you. I wish I could…
i am wearing a new pair of jeans and they are a s ize smaller than my old ones. i ordered new ones in the same size as the old ones and i could pull them down with the button fastened and zipper up.