In
this thread, I stated that if the originator could get his/her request fulfilled, I would write ILM a sensual love letter. As it turns out, that request has been fulfilled, and thanks to a reminder from Mitch in that thread, I now bring you my sensual love letter to ILM...
Dear I Love Music:
I realize I've been utilizing your public services for quite a while, and I just wanted to write to let you know how much I've been appreciating the times I've been spending with you. But I was hoping that one of these days, we could get together and spend some more, well, private time together, you know? I get this unmatcheable warm feeling whenever I'm immersed in you, and I've developed an addiction to that feeling. I promise that I would make it worth your while if we could make each other warm in the very near future. All you need to do is call me, and that dream can start to unravel.
(206) 555-DBFU
xoxo sweetie...
DB
...
If you want to write your long lost love letter to I Love Music, I won't be jealous. Love is sharing. And I love that kinda love, you lovers.
― donut bitch (donut), Friday, 4 October 2002 19:06 (twenty-three years ago)
My baby love. My baby loves love and she's got what it takes and she knows how to use it.
― g.cannon (gcannon), Friday, 4 October 2002 19:12 (twenty-three years ago)
[read in best Barry White voice}
Dearest darlingest ILM
How you been, sugar? I realize I keep stealing ideas from you whenever I write those silly, meaningless articles of mine--silly and meaningless because they're not directly to you or for you, baby, though I know you look at them at least some of the time--if you didn't, darlin', I'd simply perish...but enough of that. Still, you know I always give you credit, and I always will, show you right. You make daddy so very happy that it would boggle my mind, were my mind actually capable of thought after taking in all your marvelous, wonderful, scrumdiddlyumptious thoughts, ideas, inside vernacular, sidesteps, moods and way-out theories. I learn so much from you everyday: the Clash aren't punk, rockism reigns supreme over nearly everyone (unfortunately), and it was the Outhere Brothers who sang that mega-classic "I Wanna Fuck You in the Ass" song, which only serves to further remind me of my...plans for us later. But for now, let's keep it on the d-l like we always do. Our furtive glances and secret, passionate kisses I treasure like the Sierra Madre. You are always in my thoughts, my needs, my wants, my desires. I think only of you, ILM, when I'm facing a deadline, when I'm waiting in line for an ice cream cone, when it's deep in the late night and I'm lonely and blue and the Internet place I do most of my logging on is closed for the evening. I fiend for you. I crave you. I need you.
Sincerely yours,
Michaelangelo Matos
― M Matos (M Matos), Friday, 4 October 2002 21:00 (twenty-three years ago)
Uh? Look, sorry.... SHIT! Is that the time? Best get going or my girlfriend will start wondering what I've been up to!
Yeah, of course I love you....
― Stewart Osborne (Stewart Osborne), Friday, 4 October 2002 22:28 (twenty-three years ago)
Hey ILM, What are you wearing?
― nickn (nickn), Saturday, 5 October 2002 05:46 (twenty-three years ago)
donut bitch! What about me, you heartless bastard?
no longer yours,
ALICE, the artificial intelligence computer
― felicity (felicity), Saturday, 5 October 2002 05:50 (twenty-three years ago)