dear laurel

Dear Laurel

I'm broody. :(

My friend's going to look at Maine Coons tomorrow. There's a little fella she likes and is thinking of calling him Lincoln. I think she should call him Hamlet.

I dare not go with her, I'd come back with a couple stuffed down my bra.

Claude & Neville. Awww. Snowy would slip a pillow over my face in the night. :(

Yours broodingly

FM
 
Dear Rob,

Thermostat adjusted. Here's a pair of fuzzy socks until things heat up.

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Fata,

Not really. But I may be the wrong to ask.

As for the Maine Coons - don't worry. Maine Coons are too large to fit in bras (unless you're breasts are bigger than your head - and even then...), so you should be safe. Just don't bring a large purse. And if one does happen to fit in your bra cup/purse/shopping bag, think of the kitty as Cinderella's slender foot and the receptable as a glass slipper. It will mean it was meant to be. :heart:

Love,

Laurel

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Dear islandman,

If you think I'm getting between you and a mad KRC, you underestimate my intelligence or overstimate my courage. Or both.

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Noor,

Is he cute?

Love,

Laurel

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Dear neci,

You can pull all the peters you like, but please don't cry.

Love,

Laurel

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Dear kotori,

I agree. It's a serious earworm. With which you just infected me. You bastard. :rose: :heart:

Love,

Laurel

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Dear kbate,

Thank you for your response. I will definitely take it into consideration. :heart: :rose: :smirk: :emotie: :sneeze:

Love,

Laurel
 
Dear Laurel,

I had a lovely, large Maine Coon named Abby. Silver and white, beautiful and fat. I miss her.

Purringly,

Adre
 
Dear Laurel,

Fata has not been answering my text's. Please inform her that she is on text probation.

:heart:
Mona.
 
dear laurel,

my bank and microsoft friggin xbox suck.

they're supposed to be monitoring my account and recovering any payments taken from it - so why am i the one monitoring my account and having to call the disputes line yet again to get them to do what they should be doing already? :rolleyes:

they get paid waaaaaaay more than me to do their job, so flaming well do it. fuckers.

oh yeah, hope your day was nice. thanks for the ear.

love,

a slightly rancid butters :kiss:
 
Dear Laurel,

I had to suffer through another visit to the apple store. I hate having to go but apple doesn't offer the enterprise support my company expects so of course sending me to the mall makes the most sense. As much as I like Rockaway, it's not someplace I wanna go on a workday.

Thumper said he does not want me any longer if my eyes cannot be adjusted. I may be alone and mostly blind by this time next week.

My head feels like its going to explode. I'm gonna go die now.

Love,
LTR
 
Dear Laurel,

I had to suffer through another visit to the apple store. I hate having to go but apple doesn't offer the enterprise support my company expects so of course sending me to the mall makes the most sense. As much as I like Rockaway, it's not someplace I wanna go on a workday.

Thumper said he does not want me any longer if my eyes cannot be adjusted. I may be alone and mostly blind by this time next week.

My head feels like its going to explode. I'm gonna go die now.

Love,
LTR
Dear LTR,

Thumper's a maroon.

Love, Byron
 
Dear Rob,
I admit, a certain weakness for... the simpler things in life.

Yours in wicked humour,
Batch
Mea brassica parva,

The difference between Bob and I is just how I log in.

It's wicked, admittedly. But you know me of old.
 
Dear Noor,

Is he cute?

Love,

Laurel

Dear Laurel,

Yes, I suppose he is cute but I was so intoxicated by a voice on the phone at that point, I didn't really pay much attention.

Love,

Noor
 
Dear Laurel,

Is it unreasonable to lose it on my landlord because I can no longer watch fireworks from the house?

Noor, hearing them but not seeing them.
 
Dear Kyle,

How are you? Hope you're well. We miss you! :rose:

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Adre,

I'm jealous. I'e always wanted a Maine Coon. Maybe in the future...

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Mona,

I'm on the case!

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Fata,

Answer Mona's texts before you're put on permanent double secret probation!

Love,

Laurel

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Dear KRC,

I'm genuinely saddened. That's the last thing I'm going to say about it. :(

Love,

Laurel

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Dear butters,

I agree. Sic 'em! :mad:

Love,

Laurel

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Dear ltr,

I agree. Apple stores bug. Condolences. :rose:

I'll take you if he doesn't want you. We can go shopping (NOT at Apple), get massages, eat, have drinks, then nap.

I may do that now without you, if it's alright. Think of it as a practice run. :rose:

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Noor,

It's not unreasonable, but maybe not particularly helpful either.

Love,

Laurel

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Dear Debbie,

You're welcome on my lap in any form. :rose:

Love,

Laurel
 
Dear Batch,

That av... *drool* He's my only true celebrity crush.

Well, him and Vincent Cassel.

And Clive Owen.

But that's it! Only those three. For now.

Love,

Laurel
 
Dear Kyle,

How are you? Hope you're well. We miss you! :rose:

Love,

Laurel
Dearest Laurel,

Lyle is such a bother.

Also, you are beyond sweet and cute.

And Lyle is a pestilence — I would that hell might get him.

Love, Byron :heart:
 
Dear Laurel,

As I approach the 60,000-post level, will I get a watch or something from Lit. in commemoration?


Yours in seeking gifts,

islandman
 
Dear Batch,

That av... *drool* He's my only true celebrity crush.

Well, him and Vincent Cassel.

And Clive Owen.

But that's it! Only those three. For now.

Love,

Laurel

Dear Laurel,
The thanks rightly belong to Byron, for planting the devious thought in my head. Aye, and Bardem is a tasty morsel for viewing and listening to and watching walk, *giggles*. Your taste is similar to mine, V. Cassel, oh my. Mr. Owen. *a moment of silence*.

Respectfully yours,
Batch
 
Dear Laurel,

As I approach the 60,000-post level, will I get a watch or something from Lit. in commemoration?


Yours in seeking gifts,

islandman

I think the "gusty wind" ribbon, third class, is the standard.
 
Dear Laurel,

Please ban Rob. Or kick him in the crotch, or something equally horrible.

Yours,
Lorilei
 
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