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Dear Weight Watchers,

Who do you think you are, telling me to fit into your so-called Healthy Weight Range. I'm enjoying the first week with you, so far. I have just one favour to ask you. I ask you to please let me pick my own healthy weight. So what, if I only get down to 180 lbs? Are you going to fall to the ground and pound your arms and legs like a spoilt child? You should realize that people come in all shapes and sizes, and that a healthy weight for me might be between 170 and 200 lbs.

Sid

Dear Life:

f**k you.

-Sophie

Dear Playstation 3-

You rule! The best console I have ever played.

And also...


Dear Dream girl, one day we will be together. Until then, I will keep a vigilant eye out for you. I have much more important affairs to persue than personal relationships.

Dear Baka,

I gueses you didn't care how much I was looking forward to hanging out. You decided playing World of Warcraft was more important than taking a couple hours to see me. Jerk I was really looking forward to seeing you at the con, too. You told me months in advance, we'd hang out, and then you pull this. Why can't you people just be honest and say you want to get rid of me, or don't like me any more, instead of hiding behind being 'too busy' to say hello now and then.

I mean, for god sakes, you're the one that got me to quit wow, after you did. Admitively other people helped me kick the habbit too, but I guess it hurts that you went back as well.

General FU to the world, I guess. What am I trying to hold onto again? :p Other than loving parents of course.

Dear Baka,

I gueses you didn't care how much I was looking forward to hanging out. You decided playing World of Warcraft was more important than taking a couple hours to see me. Jerk I was really looking forward to seeing you at the con, too. You told me months in advance, we'd hang out, and then you pull this. Why can't you people just be honest and say you want to get rid of me, or don't like me any more, instead of hiding behind being 'too busy' to say hello now and then.

I mean, for god sakes, you're the one that got me to quit wow, after you did. Admitively other people helped me kick the habbit too, but I guess it hurts that you went back as well.

General FU to the world, I guess. What am I trying to hold onto again? :p Other than loving parents of course.

Dear Candice,

You are a loud, ignorant, obxoxious Nt Female b***h! You throw the word, ret*d around, like it's going out of style. You question the actions of everything that everybody does. You don't think about my feelings, or everybody elses. No wonder your husband seperated from you. You were taunting me, telling me to go on and put Sid in that plastic bag, that he doesn't have any feelings, that he's just a toy. He's just a toy to you, because you're an NT Female who fits the young Canadian, American influenced mainstream, just like my kid sister. Sid is everything that I am, packed into the tiny body of a male Sewer Rat. We're both Punkers with Cockney accents who have messed up personal boundaries, because we're affectionate and we love to give hugs. Sid and I both have the same issue down there, or should I say, back there if you please and we both wear diapers because of that. That white object that holds him together doubles as both, crinkled Depend's and a soccer ball. The other thing is that I've struggled with my weight for the past nine years, and the two of us have the same build. You male chavinists who like anorexic skeletons can piss off. I'm not talking to you, right now. Oh...and Candice, I would like you to read up on Asperger's and Autism. You might learn something, or you might not, because your ignorant to begin with and you don't really care. What would you do if your future child turned out to be like me, but he was a nerd who liked the 1960s instead of a Punk Rocker like me, and he carried Austin Powers around, everywhere he went, and he had him hidden in his carry bag at work? Would you scoff at him and laugh? I bet that you would, because you're that type of a girl, because no grown woman would act like you, at the age of 34 - except you!

Shelby - Sid to my mates

Dear Perfect, Sexist, Traditional, Narcisist NT Society:

Stop pressuring me to become the one thing that I'm not quite ready to be, which is thin. I've joined Weight Watcher's twice, screwing up very badly both times over a three month period, very recently. I'm just not ready to follow such a restrictive programme, and my simple Sid-like brain can't handle all the numbers of the Points values. I get very exhausted writing everything down, day after day. I do very well for the first five days on that programme, and than I stuff myself for three days in a row, afterwards. I associate a larger body with strength and power, just as long as I don't go over 225 lbs. If I do, than I'll lose a little weight. I associate thinness with lack of power and girlishness. A petite, juniour-sized woman is more likely to be raped, than a large, burly woman. It's a fact. Now, put the smaller woman in a fitted pink top, pumps and bell-bottoms, and put the healthier woman with manly hair in drainpipe jeans that are rolled up, a leather biker jacket, and an England football shirt, with old sneakers that are falling apart. The petite woman would be 50 times more likely to get raped, than the stronger woman. I also like the nic-name that I'm called within my group.

Sid

Dear whoever murdered my oldest daughter Robyn (and you know who I think you are) I can't begin to tell you of all the lives you devastated when you killed my baby. How even when I'm happy deep-deep-down it's never complete cause theres this hole in my heart that can never really be filled again. I have a life of unending sorrow to look forward to, and even through it's been 4 years,7mos, and 26 days, I'v wondered every day what happened and I'm afraid I'll never really know. Do you know what it's like when every time the phone rings you wonder if it's the dectectives telling me they finally solved her open homicide case. How when the phone rings in the middle of the night I'm afraid to answer it at all now. How her sister dropped out of school at 15 and never went back and we'd just found out Johns Hopkins wanted her to take the SAT's for them and she threw her education away because of it. How am I going to explain to her autistic sister who that other girl in the pictures was when she was a baby. If there is such a thing as "hauntings" I hope your ass is tomented by her every moment of the rest of your worthless life. Theres soooo much more I'd say but I'm crying to hard right now,just know that I hope I hope you live in the unending agony that you so truly deserve. And I don't want you dead, I want you to suffer w/ it for a loooooong time.

I don't know if God is real or not or if there is a hell
but that person will suffer in ways you'll never beleive-in this life or the next
sorry for your loss
and thanks for the PM

Dear Michael Vick,
I assumed you were innocent until proven guilty. I assumed that you wouldn't do what we now know you did; what you now admit to having done. I have a jersey of yours in my dresser drawer; I was a fan in Virginia Tech, and I painted my face for the game when you knocked Green Bay out of the playoffs at home. When others talked of your being overrated, I defended you. Now, you have committed crimes which are unspeakable and unthinkable. I thought that the star QB I watched couldn't do the things you were accused of doing; up until the end, I told people to wait. Just wait, give you the benefit of the doubt, that maybe this would be like the Duke lacrosse case. You've hurt dogs, you've hurt your family, you've hurt your friends, you've hurt your team, you've hurt your city, and you've hurt the fans that supported you to the bitter end. And now, we're all gone. The dogs are dead, your family isn't in that jail, maybe your friends are, but they abandoned you long ago. Your team will cut you and not pay you another cent; your city will throw things if you ever near them again, and your fans? They're lost too, to your childish bloodlust that you took out in a heinous manner. Now go away. Go. If the sun never shines on your face again, maybe you will understand what you have done.
From,
Subedei

Dear God

I need you like a beggar.
I put my hope in you.
Please forgive me.
I dare say I love you. I am too weak, but I do.
Please Help me. Please guide me. Please heal me.

Dear God,

I will be honest with you. There is this wish for self-destruction in me. Please save me from myself.
I will be honest with you. There is a bright side of me that is life. Please draw me near you.
Please protect me. Please forgive me. I am in pain, my stomach hurts. Please heal me.
Please have mercy on me.

Dear God
I personally don't believe in you.But if you are there, Please be there for sunnycat right now.

Dear God,
I'm 99% sure you aren't there, and, if you are, judging from past experience, I know you won't be there for sunnycat. Go to hell.
From,
Subedei

Dear Sunnycat,
One has to make their own fate in this world. God is the most powerful person in the room.
From,
Subedei