A Letter To Amanda About Tinkerbell

A Letter to Amanda About Tinkerbell

Dear Dribble Lips:

The custody battle between us over Tink has got to end. I pay you good enough support to see her more than just on the weekends. Aside from that, I worry about her hanging w you so much…especially spending most of her time in a stuffy old box! I’ve spent a fortune on psychiatrists in a hopeless attempt to teach her how to think outside the box. And when she actually does spend time w you, you let her hang w Betty Boop. Now, I like Betty (we have a certain “history”) but she’s a bad influence on Tink.

She’s taken to wearing tight dresses, smells of cigarette smoke, poses in comely manners and, oh dear, blowing kisses and winking at visitors! So, each weekend it’s the same old story. I have to start all over again teaching her to straighten up and fly right (pun intended). She’s become belligerent, foul mouthed and extremely flirtatious. I was so embarrassed last weekend when uncle Walt came by to visit. Tink propositioned him! If uncle Walt had had enough money I’m not sure what would have happened! Now she wants to die her hair red and get a tat on her left arm like “mommy”! Oh, and you’re going to love this.

I got a call from the police a couple of weeks ago informing me that they had “detained” Tink for suspicion of selling fairy dust! Out of consideration for her legacy and not wanting to break the hearts of children everywhere, they released her to me on her own recognizance! I threw my coat over her head and ushered her out of the police station. I was so embarrassed!

I received a certified letter from Disney Studios today saying that if her showing up on the set late and hungover continues that they’ll have to dismiss on the grounds of breaching the morality clause in her contract w them.

Now, I know Tink is 102 year old and has a right to do what she wants but she’s obviously still very impressionable. So, would you please take more responsibility and teach her to be a lady? And for crying out loud, please keep her away from Betty! I don’t want to have to take you to court over this and I certainly don’t want to have to take Tink away from you. Perhaps you can find the time to come to Springfield so we can sit down like the good little children we are and discuss the current disposition and future of our little Tink! -

Much Love, Trabue

~ Trabue Gentry

Lana Prins

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I know the feeling all to well. It's like trudging through quicksand and it feels like it's just pulling you further and further down. Sometimes it's just best to give in and say fuck it. Sometimes the only way to win a war is to throw down your sword and stop fighting. I've done this many times before and it results in a very freeing feeling. It also allows you to live to fight and conquer another day. I mean, do you feel like you could conquer anything besides taking a piss today? No. So chill w out guilt. You just need to recharge ;-)

BTW Did you know that, because of its buoyant viscosity, if you just relax in quicksand rather than struggle you will float rather than sink? 

~ Trabue Gentry

Giving Up In Order To Win: It Can Work!

today it`s getting v bad again. i feel drained, weak, hopeless, sad, tired from tyring and fighting, self-conscious, so much self-loathing and crippling sadness. i can feel it crawling up my throat, on my chest, all over my body.. i just want to give in and not fight it anymore. i`m so tired and weak. i can`t do this not today

This just sent a horrible adrenaline rush to my stomach! ~ Trabue

Margarete Elmenhorst