Letters

[winterlive]

Dear LJ:

Quit being such a Devon about userpics and utter lack of comment delivery, and I will not murder you with an ice pick.

No love,
Winter.


Dear Altavista:

You have the best search engine for MP3s ever, except for the part where there's nothing in your database. Please to be much better at updating, so I don't have to plow through the jillion links at Lycos to find what I want.

Encouragingly,
Winter.


Dear Iggy Pop:

I'm sorry you destroyed your body with drugs. Your music made you a sexass, but the body thing... I just can't get over it. I hope one day David Bowie comes back to you. Meantime, I think you should know that I Wanna Be Your Dog is about the best gay song in the history of ever, and I want a clean copy of it at work. Furthermore, the remainder of your body of work is fun, too, and greatly inspirational. (Ewan McGregor made a very hot you in the movie and, hey, score with Christian Bale!)

Much love,
Winter.


Dear muse:

Whatever I did to make you give me what you gave me last night, tell me. I will DO IT AGAIN.

Love and seabreezes,
Winter


Dear flist:

Hi!

Comments

[robanybody.livejournal.com]

LJ needs to stop holding my comments hostage or A BITCH IS GOING TO GET CHOKED. *is menacing and threatening towards LJ*

Velvet Goldmine was the best gay porn money could buy. I will forever love Christian, Ewan, and Jonathan for that whole kiss/wank scene.

[winterlive.livejournal.com]

A BITCH IS GOING TO GET CHOKED

AY MEN SISTAH.

Superhot Brits being gay. Joyous day, calloo, callay.