Army -

Babes! I canna believe it. Donna ye ever call yerself a burden again Missy May. Ye are one of me bestest of best buddies, me fellow bitch, my constant game show participant, and me fellow tormentor of all things male.

You have to cheer up, I understand and I can onlly hope and pray that you come back the happy, cheerful Army that I, along with many others, know and love with all our hearts. Cause if you don't I will kick your ass, but good damnit. And don't doubt me cause you know I will, I will not let you pity yourself, or I will have to throw the biggest Pity Party ever created and truthfully, I can't afford that.

You know Khaseem loves you. He is just a busy man, always has been always will be, but let him coax you outta this slump, as you know he will and can. I will keep you company, just send me a gate, keeps the ratties safe and, if worse comes to worse, talk to Sadie, I am sure that even she can put some of her so called "romp" in your day. *damn you know I am desperate when I actually mention Sadie in a helpful way*

Always your bestest bud, and fellow BAADass,
Mistress Brownwyn Gore, the Restful Spirit
Jaruvian Jester and Hashanian Heartbreaker

"Two people holding each other up like flying buttresses. Two people depending on each other and babying each other and defending each other against the world outside." ~Erica Jong

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Sarapin, in the year 256 AF.