Soooo.... Dad....
You still cutting asparagus?
Or playing poker?
OR did yer friggin' computer explode, or what?
Tell ya's what.
If I'm ever born onto this earth again, I hope I die before I get here. I'm just sayin'. Well, what the hell, ya know?
I wanted the truth and I got it. It's all good.
That's fine.
Whatever. This would almost be funny, except for two things... it's not and because this is exactly what I have been saying forever. (Dad...)
Did learn one thing, though... doesn't matter who's doing it... Little Miss "Shall Remain Nameless", circumstances or YOU. It kills, no matter who or what it is. (Back to everybody and through tears...)
Any man out there have a daughter pre-decease you and you're looking for some kinda half-assed replacement?
Call me.
Please... Roger Miller, that genius, knows....
I'm a fool if I let this go on.
You can hurt me without even tryin'.
Think I'll pick up my heart and go home. I can see the first signs of autumn.
All at once all the flowers have gone.
Suddenly I feel so forgotten,
Think I'll pick up my heart and go home. Someplace where you'll never find me...
A place where I can leave your memories behind me. Once again you've got me cryin'.
I'm a fool if I let this go on.
You can hurt me without even tryin'.
Think I'll pick up my heart and go home.
We just couldn't be close though we tried.
We both reached for heavens, but ours weren't the same.
That's what happens when two worlds collide. Your world was made up of things sweet and good.
And my world could never fit in, wish it could.
Two hearts lie in shambles and oh how they've cried...
That's what happens when two worlds collide. Your world was made up of things sweet and good.
And my world could never fit in, wish it could.
Two hearts lie in shambles and oh how they've cried.
That's what happens when two worlds collide.
I've got 'em.
I did wanna just let it go.
Now, I know. So, I really don't need anything else, I guess.
And you don't need to worry about it... answering questions, I mean, or writing or whatever.
I already know. Guess I always have.
And, it was just easier on my heart to blame Kim. Kim, I'm sorry.
I was wrong.
It wasn't you keeping Dad from me. Now I know and like I suspected... the knowing doesn't help a bit. In fact, if ya wanna know the truth, it's worse and I never thought it could be, but again... I WAS WRONG. Christ, sometimes I hate being me.
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Aw I'm so sorry! I wish I could say that it is a misunderstanding or something, but I cannot.
Myself having a father that cannot state how he feels unless drunk and the rest of the time I do not hear from him, I have a small taste of what you are feeling.
Hang in there!
Myself having a father that cannot state how he feels unless drunk and the rest of the time I do not hear from him, I have a small taste of what you are feeling.
Hang in there!
Posted by: dee at May 04, 2005 11:14 AM (sZnML)
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Hi Love,
Thanks for toning down the stuff about other folks. Trashing me ain't nothin' and if it makes you feel better, it's worth it. I got called into work last night,as you now know, and I got called into work again tonight. Hmmm. I checked to see if you'd written me since all yesterday's blather I sent you. Then I came here to see what's new. Geez, I hope I'm not as bad as Dee's dad, nor half as bad as you think I am now. Holy Jehosocrap! Anyway, Kim and I went to Pa. on Tuesday, ended up drinking a beer here, beer there, got home after 2200 and fell asleep. (They had called me into work that night, but I didn't see the message until the next morning. I would have worked 7 twelve hour shifts in a row instead of the 6 I'm doing. You've aready got the 72000 words I sent you last night,(see, nightwork is good for something.) so you know I don't feel about you, I lve you. (nighwork is bad for spelling. Please fill in fill in an a,i or o between the l and v. Or, Mr Chaucer, maybe a y.I may have invented a new parlor game..) Remember, as I said in one of my 1500 sentences last night,
find a Kareoke joint that starts at 8pm, and I'll come up there. I really like being with you except when you hit me. I hate that. Ouch.
Hi Love,
Thanks for toning down the stuff about other folks. Trashing me ain't nothin' and if it makes you feel better, it's worth it. I got called into work last night,as you now know, and I got called into work again tonight. Hmmm. I checked to see if you'd written me since all yesterday's blather I sent you. Then I came here to see what's new. Geez, I hope I'm not as bad as Dee's dad, nor half as bad as you think I am now. Holy Jehosocrap! Anyway, Kim and I went to Pa. on Tuesday, ended up drinking a beer here, beer there, got home after 2200 and fell asleep. (They had called me into work that night, but I didn't see the message until the next morning. I would have worked 7 twelve hour shifts in a row instead of the 6 I'm doing. You've aready got the 72000 words I sent you last night,(see, nightwork is good for something.) so you know I don't feel about you, I lve you. (nighwork is bad for spelling. Please fill in fill in an a,i or o between the l and v. Or, Mr Chaucer, maybe a y.I may have invented a new parlor game..) Remember, as I said in one of my 1500 sentences last night,
find a Kareoke joint that starts at 8pm, and I'll come up there. I really like being with you except when you hit me. I hate that. Ouch.
Posted by: haveayen at May 05, 2005 09:02 PM (VPYMW)
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