beckadarling

awwww...thank you...
and i think you and i could have a fun afternoon together working in the garden and then cooking along with nigella... you're lovely.

Becka, my love, how is the south?

It's sunny and beautiful here.

I've never like olives, although I tried. They always look so good and moist, but the bitterness just gets to me everytime. Someday, someday.

I also don't like avacados.

this is tru... i wont forget you... you have always been there for me!! hope you been doin well.. as i am on the up and up.
take care pretty lady.. talk to you soon.
chiplesixer

what ya up to, Miss Becka?

I had a dream about you last night: we were in Hawaii, in my old neighborhood, and you lived right across the street from me. We were thirteen and wanted nothing more than experimentation. It was nice.

I you!

for the song

friendly and sincerely

tyj

oh, oh, oh, what will your tattoo be of? I really want a new one, well, two too! It will be beautiful, I suspect.

Your Trixie set went up! You have your own "BeckaDarling say:" Ah...I love you!

You know what I need to do? I need to do a road trip this spring. Maybe something to kick off going to school again. I need to drive my ass to Iowa and visit my London friends and then down south to you, dear so we can chat, drink wine and swoon at hot men and women, and each other, of course. That sounds like a swell plan.

One little known fact about moi: I'm horrified of phones. I really don't like them, so don't think that I'm not calling you for any other reason than I can't bring myself to have enough courage to dial your number. I think its from working my last job when 9/10 people that called me were ready to bitch me out for no reason. Since then, I've been kind of put off. I'll email you my number, but just so you know, chances are the phone will be off. I really do want to talk to you though! I love you sooo much, and want to hear your sweet voice. I'm just weird and paranoid of everything and nothing all at once. Oh god...

Isn't the new Trixie Chole set just to die for. My god, sweet girl, that should be us!


Delilah

i dont hate ya darlin... whats the problem here?
i havent been around these parts too much here lately... but i still love you the same... write me back.. well really get together sometime.. since we talked so much about it before.. so see ya..dear

Becka, Darling, I'm back. Oh how I thought of you often. How was everything when I was gone? Did you miss me. I love you, my sweet valentine. Tell me something different, something fresh.

Love,
Delilah.

It's going to fucking burn.

I have a decided to sponser a little girl in Africa. I want to save the world. Are you up to it?

When The Walls Came Down

Kiss, kiss my dark haired miss. I'm falling into a world of dreams hopefully to dream of your fair skin and plush lips. I hope your weekend was wonderful and your monday even better.

Sweet Dreams,
Delilah.

I would NEVER hate you. EVER!

You can come and visit me anytime. I promise to do nothing but shower you in sweet kisses.


Delilah.

Merry Christmas my sweet Becka love. I'll be thinking of you dancing through my mind tonight along with the sugar plums.

That's my job dear

I'm going to bed, missy. But it sure was nice talking to you. I missed you more than words can wield the matter. I will write you something beautiful tomorrow, however, and maybe even post a little pic for you. And! I'll be looking forward to seeing your new pics.

Love you SO much,
Delilah