I got a question on Formspring, one of the ones I had to think about for a bit before I could answer it.
I've thought about it.
You are writing letters to your characters. What do you say?
Answering this was actually kind of fun and I am so tempted to turn around ask the same of a few others. I might yet. In the mean time ...
Dear Lilith:
Thank you for being the grounding presence through out all of this while my plot lines run away with me.
Dear Winston:
WAKE UP!
Dear Anto:
It is worse than you think.
Dear Rick:
Yeah, he does.
Dear Justin:
… I don't even … You know what? Never mind, you'll figure it out.
Dear Tybalt:
You are ready.
Dear Ripp:
I'm sorry. Let it go.
Dear Telesto:
You aren't wrong!
Dear Caelan:
Do you really want to go there? Really, really?
Dear Dirk:
I really want to tell you to stop whining, but ... yeah. :(
Dear Buzz:
You know where it is and what you have to do. There is no other way.
Dear Adam:
Breathe!
Dear Angelo:
Fuck you.
A pack and a half you little bastard! When I get lung cancer I am blaming you. Further, I do NOT have a thing for white polos and black jeans and stop making leaning against a wall smoking look good! It is not good. It is bad!
Also, yes, you may look. No, you may not touch.
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Yes, I tacked the CD crew on there too. GRRR! They have been on my mind the last little while.