Lord Andrei's Blog

Note:The enthusiasm contained in this post is to add to the frivolous and pointless humour contained herein. Please free free to join in the madcap game.

Note:While the idea in the main part of the post is meant for fun, there is some good, semi-serious information about me behind the cut.

I’m colecting trading cards!!!! LiveJournal Trading cards

It’s free, it’s fun, and you can meet new people. And if you don’t have any…You can make one up yourself. I know… I did!

Ah, but how do you collect them?!? I have 39 as of this post.

First, find a trading card. You can make your own or take mine 🙂
Second, add the post as a memory in LJ with the key phrase “Trading Cards”
Third, go find more!!!

Come see my collection!

I thought about the fact that they were called trading cards. I figured they should be collected. Well, I’m a collector…

About being a collector

Stolen from a post by shaktiqueen:

My official Live Journal Trading Card
Get them all!

This will be the last post I make concerning my blood relatives. today I received a response in the mail to the letter I sent.

The short form: I received a letter purportedly from my sister. The letter goes on to tell me how the idea was hers and that she merely wishes to be with my departed relatives because no one cares.

If this letter was written by my mother or anyone asides from my sister. I don’t even consider the author of the letter and this entire ride that I have embarrassed myself in front of co-workers, friends, hospitals, police, and colleagues…I don’t even consider the author remotely human.

If this letter was written by my sister then she truly can’t recognize when people care about her and there is nothing further I can do.

I take this space to apologize with all my honest heart to everyone who has been dragged into this disgusting perversion of family. Your kind words, emails, phone calls, messages, and everything else have kept me sane. And with this, I really don’t feel deserving. I feel like I should have recognized something like this sooner.

The letter is posted in its entirety below the cut line. Judge for yourself. I no longer care about what I edit and what I don’t.

I will now be spending more money to file restraining orders against anyone purporting to be my immediate blood family. I gave my life’s blood to them and they stepped on it and belittled it for 34 years. I came when called like a battered animal.

The bottom line: I have no blood relatives left from my immediate family. They have all died. If anyone asks, I will tell them, “My family is dead. I have no siblings, I never knew my mother.” If anyone asks details they will be told that I do not wish to discuss it.

If anything has come of this…I know I have family. People who care about me for me. And in all things… that’s all that matters.

the letter I was sent

(Quote from Little Shop of Horrors)

Today, there has been no call. The police have told me that there is nothing they can do. They have no reason to believe she’s being held against her will and have no identifying information as to what the situation is. I was told point blank, “I am powerless”

This will be done by midnight. EIther I will have information or I won’t .

I have sent a letter to “SysAIM” it was neither easy to write or have sent. It talks about all the holes in all the information I have. All the misgivings, and all the things not being done to change a purportedly bad situation. I do this under the considered advice of about 5 trusted friends. For better or worse, if I’ve heard nothing by midnight. I will go to bed. When I wake up, I wil no longer have any blood relatives left.

It hurts, it burns, but the situation is out of control, and I’m merely helping my mother destroy me by playing along with this game of hers. She may even tell my sister that I abandoned her. I’m pleased that at least i’ll have a public record that said i tried. And if what I’ve gone thru isn’t good enough, then maybe I deserve to be without blood relations.

I can’t keep doing this. I’m getting to be in a bad state. And it’s only going to ruin me at this rate.

This is the letter I had sent to day

On everyone’s advice I called the Pittsburgh area police. I apprised them of the situation. They were able to extract an address for my sister in Ross Twp.

At this point they will send a police officer to my sister’s residence to try to locate her. They are going to assess her situation, well being and if there is a threat to her well being. With any luck, assuming everything I’ve been told is true (still a nagging fear) my sister will comment to the officer’s what is going on and I will be notified with more information.

It’s about the only chink in my tension level I’ve had since Sunday.