Dear Anderson Cooper,
If you're reading this, I just want to say that I'd lick your face like an ice cream cone--and I'm only saying face because Mr.Roxy's in the room.
In my dreams, you me and Rosenbaum (don't worry about who he is, you'd love him) are snuggled up in bed together and you both confess that your greatest fantasy has always been to make love to an overweight, short, elderly black woman.And then you both act out what you'd do to me on each other, but that's okay, because it gives me time to get a cup of coffee and fire up Bella Bertha(what, you've never seen a gas-powered vibrator before?
When I manage to pry you two apart, we make sweet romantic love all night until the cops break down the door.
Also, I want to say, that court order? That hurt,Anderson Cooper. That really hurt. The same for you, Mikey...Tommy...Omar...Treach,Corey, James,Barry.Nick, David....
anyway,
love, Roxy Rose
