I like hairless cats. They aren't cute but very endearing. I'd like to have a hairless kitty and a really fluffy kitty.

I have gotten quite a few love letters from several guys

No surprise there.

I don't think I have any saved letters, but I recieve precious few letters. I have postcards and cards saved.

I do have e-mails that go back to the dawn of time, though. No love there either, but some strange behaviour nonetheless.

I used to save every letter and every card I had ever received. I still have all the letters, but I got rid of most of the cards, except for special or handmade ones in a fit of efficiency about a year ago.

I did destroy all the letters I received from a boy once. It felt theraputic at the time, but sometimes I wish I still had them.

Want mine? It was truly creepy.

Ick. That's just disturbing.

The creepiest one I received didn't contain any lyrics, but it might as well have been Every Breath You Take in terms of content.

Speaking of the written word and obsessiveness, check out this Scarface poster.

I got an anonymous one in my locker in 7th grade that was all, "I worship the ground you tread upon" and the like. Which was great, until the next day, when a letter with the same handwriting had the followup. "Your greasy hair and fat body are so hot. Meet me in the boys room in a loose shirt so we can fool around."

Not a big fan of anonymous "love" letters.

I wrote a love letter once. 7th grade. My friend (?) told me that if I wrote it out and didn't sign it and put it in his locker, then I would feel better.

So, I did.

And he got it at the end of the day, when everyone was standing around and he read it out loud and then my friend (?) told them all I wrote.

Anonymous love letters suck.

I got an .... email once that, well, I read it with one eye and a squinty one at that, trying really hard not to run screaming from the computer center. Then I scratched my head, made a face, thought thank GOD I'm leaving the country in 3 weeks and decided I didn't care if they purged my inbox while I was gone. Which they did.

In eighth grade, one of the geekiest boys I have ever met wrote down the lyrics from "Hotel California" (from memory) for me while we were suffering through math class. A day or two later he made me a map of a made-up country where we, apparently, were the rulers. Very strange. He had an Adan's apple the size of a grapefruit.

Meet me in the boys room in a loose shirt so we can fool around."

That's some smart thinking though, with the loose shirt request and all.