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Dear Sid,

Forget about following Weight Watchers! Forget about going to the gym. You're only going to hurt yourself and your family by forcing your body to be something that it's just not genetically programmed to be, which is thin. You should do the traditional calorie counting that allows you to eat more food, than Weight Watchers or follow the Canada Food Guide or American Food Pyramid. Come on, Sid! Is it really important that you be able to lift over 100 lbs, or run on a treadmil for 90 minutes, straight? You can lift a lot more than most of the women that you know, and it's what's on the inside that counts. I want you to delete the story that you've posted about you and your mum. I'm afraid that the story could motivate you to go to that extreame. Your hair looks great, by the way.

Sid

I agree
I am thin because I was born thin (and I have a problem putting on weight) some say its a blessing-ha not when your built like a skeleton
I just can't put on the lbs no matter what I eat

You really hurt my feelings when you didn't come over like you said you were going to. It had nothing to do with the pot either, my feelings would have been hurt regardless. I know you've got ADD and all, but that's no excuse. I'm flaky, I'll even admit it to people, but when I say I'm going to do something, I really try to do it. If I can't or I forget, I'll at least call and explain that I'm a dumb ass and forgot or why I can't.

I have pretty high standards for how I should treat people and I'm starting to realize that I need to have equally high standards for how people treat me. Yeah, I actually do like you more than a friend but if that's not reciprocated, I am perfectly fine with just being friends with you. The problem is that you don't seem like you give a s**t about even being my friend. Maybe this is your vague way of telling me that. If so, I get the picture.

Dear Stupid People In My GED Class:

You all need to stop being a bunch of f*cktards and get a life. There people in this class that actually want to PASS.

-SpaceCase

It sometimes amazes me how fast I can get over being pissed off at someone. Maybe you're just oblivious to me. That's kind of a hard pill to swallow for me, but I'm all about facing reality so I guess I just need to accept it and get over it.

Dear K_r_a_u_s_e_r

I'm too good for you and your corrupt mod friends!

-Indestructible

Btw THIS is K_r_a_u_s_e_r: http://www.gamespot.com/users/K_r_a_u_s_e_r

Dear Customer,

Purchasing a maintenance free battery (one without the vent caps to add water to the individual cells) for the sake of preventing malicious tampering to your high-priced luxury sedan is STUPID!

Anyone who goes to the trouble of forcibly popping the hood, and hauling the tools with them necessary to maliciously ADD WATER TO YOUR CAR BATTERY would not last that long in the criminal underworld that is meth-head Salem, Oregon.

Rather, you should be more concerned about said malicious water-adder STEALING YOUR CAR BATTERY, and parting your car for the black market. A chopped Lexus is worth far more than the satisfaction that, if you accidentally overcharge your battery, diluted sulfuric acid will spill out of the safety vent caps.

And NO, we CANNOT jerry-rig a laptop lithium ion battery pack (highly regulated by federal law for safety reasons) to power your car stereo, or your cordless phone! No, we cannot tear apart a laptop battery, and rebuild it to run your cordless drill. And NO, we will not buy back your car battery, which you left baking in the sun, depleted of electrolyte, and overcharged when you decided to short it out to make your car go faster.

If you hate our prices, read up on some modern economics by John Meynard Keynes, then go to the local Costco, only to realize their prices are low because they never sell the same thing twice! That is why it's a SURPLUS STORE, dumba**!

Dear Graelwyn
I am sorry I wasn't here Kate-for the past week
Been busy and shit-you know I am usually not...
I try my best to be there for you
I hope you know that
Peter

Dear kilroy.
no worries, I'll get used to it, just means I won't feel as close in friendship.
Got more issues besides your irregular net hours anyways.

well its a temperary thing-don't worry
things will be back to normal in no time
this is just for...this week (and last)
thats it

. . .,


I miss you so much.

I never knew you could hate someone so much and miss them so much at the same time.

What the f**k were you thinking?

Were we thinking, I suppose.


If you were still there, I'd call you tonight and get help with my homework for programming. . . and you would have so much fun, helping me. . . and singing the meow mix song to me over the phone. . . and just someone there, who knows me better than anyone else.

Alma still loves me, but I worry that he's disappointed in me. And that he's right to be.

God I miss you. I wish there had been any way to make it work; for us to be friends. I couldn't marry you; you will never understand, but I swear it's true. I would have died inside for the things you wanted of me; if I hadn't lied to you in the beginning, perhaps it could have been all right. . . but it wasn't, and it couldn't have been, and no matter how many times I appologised, it seems there was no chance at all you could understand.

I'm so sorry- for back then.

And for what happened-

And I still miss you so much.

Tonight I have no one to talk to. All my friends are confusing to talk to; Mary, back from her mission, seems scarred- seems to think I'm the other side of her great and holy war. . . and I miss her, when we still talk, or don't. . . My Michel is off chasing some half dozens of redheads from his work. He's sorry, but he can't get outside of his head, and is Mormonism, and his guitar. . . Carolyn is oh so distant, and with so many troubles of her own. . . Caleb, of course, has barely spoken to me since he got married; he has a little girl now. . . I've already told you about Alma. . . Anthony. . . well. . . eh. And that's what I'd have wanted to talk to you about, if you were there, if there weren't such a great, gaping hole beside me where you would have been.

He's. . . things are weird, David. He's saying things, and I don't know how to deal. . . and things come back, and haunt me, and I just can't deal with the nightmares and the flashbacks and everything again, and I don't know how to deal with it, and I feel alone. . . more alone because had you, I think, though maybe this is not. It's so complicated, everything boiling up under my skin, moving deep inside me and coming out when I least expect it, like a separate living being I can't control or even predict. . . you are the only person who knows this, who has dealt with this. . . who knows me, when I am this, who has any clue what to say. .

And now I feel so exposed, having said this to strangers. .

but no one knows. . .

And you're gone; not just gone, but gone, not the same person, even if we were to come back, I'm sure. . .

I'm so angry at you sometimes, for the things you did- things no one should ever do to anyone. . .but here I am, and for now it's gone. . .

that's all.

Dear strange person I don't know sending me e-mails on myspace. I don't know you. No, I'm not obligated to send you a response. You are creeping me out. Stop e-mailing me.

ps: I don't "friend" strange people who e-mail me and I don't need to provide an explanation.


Please.

Dear mother,


please don't buy me any more food! I don't want to be indebted again and I'm too fat anyway! And I'm not even hungry! When I'm hungry, I'll TELL you!


Thanks for doing me that favor!

Note to self-- this is how you will meet the others who want to live with me.


1. Get the apartment.
2. Meet them in a very public place. Bring them back to the YMCA or the library to make copies of all our photo ID cards in the computer room, and each of us will have copies of the ID cards of all the others, to send to whoever we want, for security purposes.
3. We hang out for awhile. If you all *seem* legit, I take you home!

Dear Graham
You balding, impotent junkie. I now know you have problems of your own, and there was no need to point out all of mine. you're just like almost everybody else and need to feel superior to others in order to feel good about yourself. Im not like that. You came here for some unknown reason and needed friends and you are more than welcome to my old ones. I hope you are very happy together. I doubt you will ever grow up. Or loose some of your warped views on things. One day if I ever loose it completely you better run for what you said.

DBR


Dear J
You One day when you are older you might understand. Im sure you do already, but you are too easily influenced by others not as smart as yourself.
DBR


Dear C
You self-centred arrogant prick. If your parents knew half of what you were like they would be ashamed. You'll grow up too one day and Im going to be an ass hole and never forget what you done. Best keep avoiding me but thats impossible forever.
DBR


Dear L
Im hope you are happy with your new friends, I really do. Ill never let you or anybody else do to me what you have, the shields are well and truly up now. You have helped me understand what separated a genuine person from a phoney. Nobody has everything all figured out, only the arrogant ones pretend they have. I realise Im more complicated than anybody you have ever met before. Try learning the difference between kindness and weakness -they are not the same thing.
DBR


I must admit, I feel slightly better after writing this