I love you. I want to make babies with you (oh dear god how I want to make babies with you). I want you to have my babies and if I could, I would have your babies. I've seen enough of your movies to know we'd be perfect for each other. I'd even overlook your man sized eyebrows and, coming from me, that really means something. If you read this, please call me so we can consecrate our love for each other properly.
Signed,
Your eerily obsessive stalker fan
P.S. /drool
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Dear Jennifer Connolly
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