As always, first and foremost, I thank God for not striking me with lightning. I swear the JRaT thing is NOT idolatry, just...umm...my desire to use the wonderful gifts of fantasy and imagination that you so kindly bestowed upon me. I love you above all. "I believe."

Mom and Dad who pay for these things which allow me to be here online with you people. Except the computer... and the phone line...and the AOL...and the webspace...and my share of the electric bill. THANKS FOR PAYING THE MORTGAGE! Hehehe.

Brit, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you either. However, you seem to have abandoned me totally on the aol front, but HEY. LOL Miss you girlie. Every once in awhile I long to talk to you, and as my "second time around coffee grounds" brew I do a net search on Wade and wonder, "When the hell did Brit become a Mom?" Find me girl, it isn't hard. Luv, Tabz P.S. Wade and Chantal Robson remind me of Boris and Natasha from Bullwinkle, is that weird?

LUCKY!!!, "My clothes don't match, my clothes don't match, I'm out in public and my clothes don't match!" "STILL GOING! GO! GO! GO!" No anyway, my psychic sense tells me that you are unhappy in New York, and that you are mapping out the route to Delaware (bout three hours) as we speak. Pshh, anyway. I know Liv told you all about Delaware. And if she didn't, it's only cause she laughs to hard to discuss our "night life". I'll see you soon, somewhere, someway, "there's a break in the weather", oh mah bad. On a more serious note, I won't rest until Happy, Buddy, Littlefoot, Ghetto, and washisname (*lol*) are all in one place at one time. I sincerely think it's starting to affect them psychologically. Happy chewed his own foot off the other day. I miss you. NEW YAWK WHAT?!? See. That just isn't the same.

Livi, TWO STEP!?! (You know I'll never stop answering you that way, either.) So here we are. I'm sending back the hugs you sent the kids. I think they're the wrong size. Stop shopping in those damned dark Targets! I love you girl. I can't even begin to tell you why, but I'll begin to begin. First off, it amuses me to no end to hear you say something "rocks my/our/your socks". I never get tired of that. You're just so...you, and so...you, and yet somehow, so...YOU. And "you" makes for one of the most interesting people I have ever known. If I had been sheltered, that wouldn't have been NEARLY the compliment that it was! Hehehe. "The incident" in question still makes me laugh, but in retrospect, seems sad enough to sick the shrinks on the "incidentinator". I'm twisted, but I'm so...me. You keep up when I slack off, or...umm...all the time. You call when I disappear. The Prozac is working nicely now, thanks. Challenge last year was too great. The reason I never finish my promised reviews comes from a good place, I swear. I wanted the liners to be funny and I wasn't going to do this but, damnit. I can't let go. It seems almost a harder goodbye to write them than it was to say goodbye at 5 a.m. in the parking lot last year. I can't explain what it's like to come back to "Mommy who has to do everything for us" after playing the traveling twosome with you. It just never seems long enough. We've had what, two, three days each time? I hate to say goodbye, and I hate it more when it's you. Now I only have about, uh, 600.00 to raise in one month and then I'm golden for this year's Challenge. Yeah ok, maybe I'll see you next year. Here's to the good times, Little Head, House Of Blues, and Dennys restaurants everywhere. Love you much.

Becca, I can barely sleep at night, missing hearing you say that you're missing me! Between the two of us, we're living on coffee and nicotine, and should start asking for kickbacks! I wanted to see you this year at Challenge, but I'm not sure now, so save a seat for me, and yell really loud when Chris starts biting our material during the games! And he will. I miss you too, and I hope to be back to relatively normal soon. I'm working on it. Right now, just seems like everytime I start to get up, something kicks me back down. If there's a reason for everything, then I can't wait to see my list. Peace be witchu weirdo, cause it ain't with me. But I'll still love you, even if you get happy. Hehehe

Alli, Whatcha doin? I'm sorry bout the Teen People thing. I will come to New York with you soon, I just have to find the will to leave my room again. On the upside, the new life I had found has played itself out, as I got an evil haircut and will very seriously not be seen in public until it grows back, or roughly two years. I so wish I was kidding. But this leaves just SCADS of time for me to be online and in the mix again, so watch what you say, because I will turn it/you/everything evil. If you are coming to babysit, Challenge would be nice. What kind of strength would it take to keep my two for 9 days or so? LMAO. Love you.

Jules, Thank you for not giving me anything to write about? Where in the hell are you at? Don't tell me YOU WENT AND GOT A LIFE ON ME TOO!?! It's ok if you're feeling overwhelmed and overburdened by one of those, I promise it's only temporary. *lol*

Mel, We may make fine ass women, but we make better bitches. So here's to my bitchin and your bitchin and hopefully, all those changes we requested of the world. Or the men. Or maybe in the weathermen. In any case, sad to see you go, CONGRATS TO YOU THOUGH! Tuff love sucks, and I'm sorry, but you're gonna kick ass everywhere, and I don't have to kick yours anymore! Love you.

Dia, I have so much to say to you, I don't know where in the hell to start! I missed you as soon as I left the "Liki Tiki" last summer. (Heh i love saying that. LIKITIKILIKITIKILIKITIKI anycrap.) I wanted to move to Cali to be near you all the time. Great thing for you I can't even afford to move into my own house in Delaware without a guy, let alone move to the other coast! Although above all that I love about you, if I never have to get in a car with you behind the wheel again, it will be too soon. "I'm frightened Auntie Em, I'm frightened!" The nerve of those Floridians, only doing ten miles and hour over the speed limit! I have but one thing to say when I think of you, and you didn't even say it! "BUTT ROTT" To the Roxy on children's night, oils of death, swimming pool extensions, flatulence in bed, hot lifeguards, and last years Challenge notes that I can't read for laughing so hard when I wrote them down. Oh, and to "THE NEW KIDS DANCE. ohohohOHoh" I can't believe I can become so obsessed with a new friend in so short a time. Thank you. Love you too!

Tabz would also like to thank:

The past editors of EF (Amy, Alex, Nikki, Brianne, Missy, Mary, Nina, Kari); JRaT my reason for writing. I'm very disturbed by your solo career. What should've been my wet dream has become a bit of a disappointment. I was elated at the idea of the camera focused solely on your performances. But now having witnessed this, I must ask, what crawled up your ass and died? I still love you, but if removing Chris and Joey from your ass removed all sense of fun from your job, then allow me to shove them back up where they belong. I've got two words and an acronym for a boyband member who begins to bitch and moan and take himself too seriously. BACKSTREET BOYS and NKOTB. I'm just sayin. Chris Man do I miss your influence in Justin's life. It isn't the same and never will be. I never did the tennie/stalker thing to the extreme, but I'd consider it to drag "MR JT's" ass into the studio for a little "NSYNC" time. Call if you need me, I'm easy to find, and easy to f...ind. Wade for diappearing entirely. You creep me out man, always have. I think it's the eyebrows. Pluck those scary bitches and be worthy of my time. The rest of NSYNC for not committing to anorexics, for not losing your cool, for not succumbing to drugs, (exception for Lance, I saw that kids thing and I'm not sure what else to blame.) (Second exception for JC, and the video with Tara. Ditto. If it's possible to make you look anymore ill, Tara's presence beside you does nicely.) On second thought, thanks to JOEY for not succumbing to drugs, but I bet it's hard to afford what with your brother, babies, and diapers, huh? Johnny Wright for everything. Mattel for the ghetto fabulous cars, boats, outfits, horses and toys that keep Happy from chewing off his other foot. Littlefoot, for the PHAT ASS JOE BOXER OUTFIT WE JUST FOUND! NJEF fans! for making the Kitten Krew useful! Cheers to FOUR YEARS! =)

Love,
Tabz