January 21st, 2007

Wolf -- m.f.p.

An Open Letter to Life...

Dear Reality,

I know we haven't really gotten off to a good start so far this year, but I just wanted to say thanks for how good you've been to me these last couple of days. I mean, I know it's all little things, nothing major happening and all, but I really do appreciate even just this little bit of peace. I just really want you to know that, so you won't think I'm ungrateful.

I mean, I really have to thank you for the recent ease in finding good fanfic to read lately. You've nearly outdone yourself there! Especially with all those amazing new fics that have been flooding the_kittchen this last little while. I even plan on writing feedback for them (just as soon as I get to finish reading gumnut's 'Burn' series ;P), so really, thanks so much for such a wonderous bounty! Plus, Nana is doing much better now, out of hospital and on reduced meds, which is absolutely great and I totally owe you for that. And while I've still got a bit of a nagging cough, I figure it's mostly a good thing since it seems to be working to clear the phlegm from my lungs, so I won't even complain too hard about the continuing discomfort and disgust. In fact, let's just call me cured and we'll forget all about that nasty old flu business you put me through ealier, okay? Sweet.

Well, now that we've cleared up all the hard feelings from the beginning of the year, what do you say to calling a truce? I bet if you and me work together, we could probably make 2007 a really great year! Wouldn't you like that? C'mon, I bet you would... it'd be such a nice change of pace, don't you think? ;) There, that's the spirit!

Just, one last request before we embark on this new plan for the future, if you'd be so kind?

Do you think, maybe, you might find it in your heart to make Declán real? I know it's asking a lot, but maybe you could work out a deal with redwolf? Please! It's just not fair that's he's so damned perfect for me and he's not even real! Damnit, I nearly cry eveytime I hear Werewolves of London because it makes me all wistful for the awesome guy I'm pathetically in love with, except then I remember he's only just a fictional character whom I can't really strip naked and lock in a small dark room with nothing but a futon, a feather, and me. Curse you, Reality! Why must you dash my dreams so! ::sobs:: Just when I was starting to like you, too! WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!

You know what, Reality? On second thought, screw you. So what if you're being nice about the rest of it, I bet it's all just a bribe to distract me anyway. You just don't want me to be happy! You LIKE mocking my lack of a love life, don't you? Argh! You suck!

No love,