somedays aren't yours at all they come and go as if they're someone else's days

[bruised]

dearest friends,

hi. how are you doing? what are you doing today? how is your christmas? i hope its grand. i hope it brings you happiness and you take a million pictures to remember everything. tell me all about it because you know i want to know.
i will tell you all about mine.

merry christmas.

love,
me

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[voire]

dear robin,

i am having a low-key christmas with my family. the snow/slush/ice build-up is preventing us from going to mass (darn, err...) and so we're snacking on random things. i'm surviving.

i am looking forward, but not looking forward to boxing day. that's another story/e-mail/possible lj entry.

how are you?

love,
s

[promised]

Hey there. I used to be on your friends list a long time ago. We exchanged letters & I still have a mixed CD you made for me. This was like, 2001-2002. Was curious if you still had the same LJ. Would like to be friends again if that's okay. Oh, the name is Leslie. I used to have too many LJ's to count. I live in Florida. You probably don't remember me. I tend to remember people more than they do I.

[bruised]

I remember you a little...don't hate me for it. I'm not great with remembering people I don't see every day. Yes, I'll add you but I don't write in here very much anymore. Only once in awhile. I've become a fan of short little notes on facebook lately.
How are you?

[promised]

Naw, no hate. If I learned anything this year it's not to hold onto that sort of thing. I'm alive, so that's a plus. :)