10-27-2005, 03:35 AM
-----Original Message-----
From: [mailto:********]
Sent: Monday, October 24, 2005 9:50 AM
To: ******
Subject: ugh
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 m 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 whores 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"; Blowing 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
"Stupid thing" 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
Fuck 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 cum-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect
as your average child porn 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 taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of
droning commentary on Colin Farrell's new haircut is worth putting up
with for a h!*d job in the men's room. The good thing about being a guy
is that when I eventually bump into the young lad who finger-blasted
you n top of a towel dispenser last saturday, we'll have a shot and
laugh our heads off about the time it happened.
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 bedroom in a thong was a
little like watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.
PS. I BCC'd about 100 people on this email.
Talk to you never,
Brad
From: [mailto:********]
Sent: Monday, October 24, 2005 9:50 AM
To: ******
Subject: ugh
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 m 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 whores 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"; Blowing 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
"Stupid thing" 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
Fuck 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 cum-guzzling blond who commands about as much respect
as your average child porn 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 taint of anyone who decides 30 minutes of
droning commentary on Colin Farrell's new haircut is worth putting up
with for a h!*d job in the men's room. The good thing about being a guy
is that when I eventually bump into the young lad who finger-blasted
you n top of a towel dispenser last saturday, we'll have a shot and
laugh our heads off about the time it happened.
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 bedroom in a thong was a
little like watching sea lions mate. Thought you might like to know.
PS. I BCC'd about 100 people on this email.
Talk to you never,
Brad
