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letter:
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Sent: Monday, October 24,
Brad,
It would be difficult for me to be any more miserable right now, I
feel like the worst person ever. First, let me start by saying that I
am truly truly sorry, and I hate myself for hurting you. Of all the
people in the whole entire world, you were honestly the last person
that I would ever want to wrong in any way. There is no excuse at all
for anything that happened, so I won't even try other than to say all of
us had WAY too much to drink, and I did a stupid thing. I can handle you
being pissed at me, I absolutely deserve it, I can even handle the ugly
words that were exchanged between us, what I can't handle is thinking
that you see me as a different person. It is weird, I feel like I just
went through a horrible break up or something. The world looked funny
yesterday, I couldn't crack a smile if you paid me, there are songs I
can't listen to, and I just ! feel beyond crushed. I don't know if you
meant everything you said to me, and I am hoping that you didn't. I know
that I was wrong on many levels, but I am also hoping that this is
something that we can deal with. I know it sounds totally crazy and
stupid, but you have come to play such a significant role in my life, I
can't imagine my days without you. It is totally strange and weird to
say that, and you could say that my behavior didn't reflect that, and
you would be correct. I hate feeling like you hate me, and I hate
feeling like all of your friends think I am a terrible person, because
I am not. I know there is nothing I can say or do to take back what
happened, but I just want you to know that fighting with you was just
about the worst thing I could have ever imagined. It was right up there
with one of the ugliest nights of my life, and I would give anything in
the world to rewind and fix it. I am not sure if you will respond to
this, part of me thinks that you won't. If not today, then maybe some
other time. Also, thanks for getting my stuff together, although I
think my sunglasses are still at your house, if you could keep your
eyes peeled for them that would be great. I can't even focus or work
today, I can't eat, I seriously feel like it was an ugly break up, and
I am hoping against hopes that it was not that and you are not done
with me. Please don't cut me off, I really don't think I can handle
that. I am so sorry.
---Elizabeth
Original Message----- Sent: Monday, October 24, 2005
12:02 PM Subject: Re: Ugh....enjoy.
Dear Elizabeth,
Thank you for your concern. I'll be sure to file it away under "L"
for "Long-winded diatribes from drunken wh0res I couldn't care less
about". You did a stupid thing huh? No...doing long division and
forgetting to carry the one is "a stupid thing"; Mixing in a red sock
with a load of whites is "a stupid thing"; Bl0wing some guy in a
bathroom for 45 minutes while I sit at the bar wondering if you're
taking so long because you ate too much bran that morning isn't as
much a "Stupidthing" as it is grounds for permanent removal from my
social calendar. To be honest, I'm not sure if it was more amusing
that you went and degraded yourself in a public toilet not once but
twice in a 2 hour span, or that you seemed to think that by saying
"Well, I didn't F0ck him" somehow gave you a clean slate. So forgive me
if I couldn't care less if the world "looked funny" to you yesterday.
Since your world revolves around blow dryers, golden retrievers, Prada
Bags and Jelly Beans, I'm sure it must have been most unsettling to
actually have to consider someone else's feelings for 24 hours straight.
The good news for you is that my friends don't think you're a terrible
person, they just think you're the average run of the mill
cuum-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect as your average
child p0rn collector. I could be wrong but, it's pretty hard to
respect some B&T chick who comes out to spend the night at my place even
though she's seeing someone else in New jersey and winds up
tongue-bathing the ta1nt of anyone who decides 30 minutes of droning
commentary on Colin Farrell's new haircut is worth putting up with for
a hand j0b in the men's room. The good thing about being a guy is that
when I eventually bump into the young lad who f1nger-blasted you on top
of a towel dispenser last saturday, we'll have a shot and laugh our
heads off about the time ithappened. By the way, for the amount of time
you claim to spend in spin class you really must be doing something
wrong to sport the thunder thighs you do. Watching you parade around my
bedroomin a thong was a little like watching sea lions mate. Thought
youmight like to know. PS. I BCC'd about 100 people on this email.
Talk to you never,
Brad
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'BMW, designed by Germans, driven by tossers' J.C.
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