The Texture Of Things

A Dear John Letter, of sorts

January 10th, 2008

for an old friend of mine whom i recently told about the blog
edited to add a post script

Dear John,
Fuck you, ass hole.


P.S. Love ya, honey! smooches and hugs and fluffy bunnies!

P.P.S. Please read the comments for further clarification, if you need it.


  1. KLee says

    Come on now — don’t mince words! Tell us how you *really* feel!

    This guy must be one seriously screwed-up dude if he’s got you this riled!

    January 10th, 2008 | #

  2. John says

    WTF?!? I thought my comments last night were, if incoherent, mostly supportive and complimentary! Not to mention self-deprecating!

    Maybe I should go back and read it again.

    January 10th, 2008 | #

  3. admin says

    OMG, John. I thought the “Oi” would offset the body of the letter.

    All my love, best wishes, and other warm thoughts,

    January 10th, 2008 | #

  4. admin says

    I’ll expound:
    Yes John, your words were really, really nice and stuff, so I thought the impossibility of this reaction would communicate kidding-ness. Also. You are one of only two friends with whom I swear like this anymore. Remember back in the olden days when we used to call each other some of the more deplorable names and we used to rename all the local businesses with offensive, alternate universe names? Like Pizza Slut? and, um, that other name we had for Family Fare? and the daycare by your old apartment – what was that called? Oh yeah, Loving Touch Day Care.

    Aahhhh, good times.

    So I’m sorry if I offended you, cutie pie. I meant only fun. Sheesh. It’s like you turned into a dad or something.

    January 10th, 2008 | #

  5. Thornton (aka John) says

    No probalo, chicky! I’m just a little gun-shy these days. Seems everything I say or write winds up pissing somebody off. I figured either I’d done it again or you were joshing.

    Please please please continue to swear at me! I get so little of that at home, and it’s one of the few forms of discourse I respond well to.

    Go ahead. Say something about me ending that sentence with a preposition. I fucking LIVE for that shit. Bring it!

    January 10th, 2008 | #

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