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My Dear Mandisa-
I received your email today at work and, loving and spontaneous as your messages are...the quality of these particular compliments so flattered me that I set out detrmined to hunt down the very love and insight for which I have been credited. On my half day of work, then, I have actually set out to review your lengths of livejournal and the banter that we carry through years/localities/careers. I. Am. A. Loser. Either way, read on.
First, I would like to apologize for my absence in what I will term "the ICQ years." It appears that many a livejournal user were there to offer you comfort, support, and humor for an entire span of time where my entries are absent. Though I'm confident that I held tightly to our friendship via phone and USPS...I am sorry to have not been a MandiFan in every medium possible.
Second, I would like to note that I was indeed disappointed to find no such lovey-ness or insight. Nay, the only times that my "cent" (or "boom" depending on the time of post), could be considered above average would be while posting anonymously. This very act, having been a mistake every single time, showcases my stupidity and thus nullfies any sort of insight previously credited.
Third, I still love commas. This is irrelevant.
Fourth, in the ENTIRE duration of your online blogging, you have NEVER missed my birthday. You have, in fact, created a seperate entry dedicated solely to the honor of my birth everytime. This touched me deeply upon my mass review.
Fifth, I never tire of telling you how proud I am of you. Though our relationship relies heavily these days on feverishly typed emails and infrequent phone calls, I am so proud of everything you've accomplished. Even if it makes me miss you horribly.
Finally, I am among those that have indeed betrayed your livejournal monogamy by taking up myspace. In fact, I even go so far as to update it regularly while I leave lj to sulk by the wayside. Even if you don't support membership...please go to myspace.com/tmelko. For me. Go there right now (read: at the end of this post), and check it out. Then you can rush right back here and leave me crude anonmyous messages, and I promise I won't report you to the looming internet authorities.
Your notes/texts/calls/cards/packages make me smile every time. Never stop sending them, and I will never stop showering you with the love that screams "even if not at all, more than everyone else."
(Matthew and I are taking a weekend in Washington DC Aug 29-Sept 1 and I'd love if you were available to meet up. It's a much shorter drive. ;) )
All my love,
T.
I received your email today at work and, loving and spontaneous as your messages are...the quality of these particular compliments so flattered me that I set out detrmined to hunt down the very love and insight for which I have been credited. On my half day of work, then, I have actually set out to review your lengths of livejournal and the banter that we carry through years/localities/careers. I. Am. A. Loser. Either way, read on.
First, I would like to apologize for my absence in what I will term "the ICQ years." It appears that many a livejournal user were there to offer you comfort, support, and humor for an entire span of time where my entries are absent. Though I'm confident that I held tightly to our friendship via phone and USPS...I am sorry to have not been a MandiFan in every medium possible.
Second, I would like to note that I was indeed disappointed to find no such lovey-ness or insight. Nay, the only times that my "cent" (or "boom" depending on the time of post), could be considered above average would be while posting anonymously. This very act, having been a mistake every single time, showcases my stupidity and thus nullfies any sort of insight previously credited.
Third, I still love commas. This is irrelevant.
Fourth, in the ENTIRE duration of your online blogging, you have NEVER missed my birthday. You have, in fact, created a seperate entry dedicated solely to the honor of my birth everytime. This touched me deeply upon my mass review.
Fifth, I never tire of telling you how proud I am of you. Though our relationship relies heavily these days on feverishly typed emails and infrequent phone calls, I am so proud of everything you've accomplished. Even if it makes me miss you horribly.
Finally, I am among those that have indeed betrayed your livejournal monogamy by taking up myspace. In fact, I even go so far as to update it regularly while I leave lj to sulk by the wayside. Even if you don't support membership...please go to myspace.com/tmelko. For me. Go there right now (read: at the end of this post), and check it out. Then you can rush right back here and leave me crude anonmyous messages, and I promise I won't report you to the looming internet authorities.
Your notes/texts/calls/cards/packages make me smile every time. Never stop sending them, and I will never stop showering you with the love that screams "even if not at all, more than everyone else."
(Matthew and I are taking a weekend in Washington DC Aug 29-Sept 1 and I'd love if you were available to meet up. It's a much shorter drive. ;) )
All my love,
T.