Rob’s mailbag: bursting at the seams

Rob’s mailbag has been OVERFLOWING with goodness lately and these letters just must be shared.

The one where Rob follows her everywhere

He'll sing you to sleep...

Dear Rob,

Don’t tell my husband, but you and I go to sleep together every night, wake up together every morning and we spend my entire workday together. I take comfort in knowing that if I am having an especially crap-filled day at work, that all I have to do is right click and ‘Show the Desktop’ and there you will be, looking at me with your smoldering eyes, your body partially reclining with those gorgeous hairy arms crossed so demurely over your RobKnob and THAT JAW. (My desktop used to be a photo of my 5 year old daughter. Now it’s you. Always you.)

I have all of your music that I was able to *ahem* TOTALLY LEGALLY DOWNLOAD. 😀

Five songs. Five amazing songs. Some have crappy sound since they were recorded in pubs, but I don’t care. Anyway…. this is how we wake up together every morning. I set my iPhone up every night to wake me to one of your songs, a different one for each weekday. Your voice fills the early morning darkness and I open my eyes with wicked thoughts. I look over at my husband, sleeping sweetly and feel the slightest hint of guilt. It passes in .025 seconds.

I go to work, I spend about 25% of my day doing the job I get paid to do and 75% on LTR and Robsessed and checking my Google Alerts for the latest on your daily carousing.

I go to the gym, I watch Twilight while on the elliptical and try not to drool on the equipment (TWSS).

I go home, be a loving, devoted and attentive mother and spouse for a few hours then dive into literary porn – I mean “fanfic”. HOOO BOY. It may say “Edward” and “Bella” but those are just words. This is how we go to sleep together. I set my iPhone alarm and start the cycle again the next day.

This is my life now.

I used to be interesting! I had hobbies! I did STUFF. Now I am like a crazy person, hiding my insanity from my husband. I buy your past magazine covers on eBay (at ridiculous prices) and have them sent to work. Your music is on my phone under “Rob Thomas”. Your other films that I have purchased on DVD are buried deep within my daughter’s DVD shelves. LTR and Robsessed are under the “Finances” folder of my Google Bookmarks – since I know my husband would never bother to look at ANYTHING under “Finances”.

I don’t know what it is about you. I’ve had serious actor crushes before but never this obsessive. My sister asked the other day, “Is this as bad as Brad Pitt in 1994?” Me: “So much worse, that was a 10 minute phase compared to this.” Bear in mind, Rob, the Brad Pitt crush lasted FOURTEEN YEARS and then you came along and that was it. I was done for.

You had me at (wait for it…….) “Hello, my name is Edward Cullen.”
pumagirlsf

The one where she’s disappointed

Reminder that this post is where (and why) the term “mullephant” was coined

Just ADMIT it already! We're on to you

Dear Rob,

We need to talk. I know nobody likes to hear those words, but this is serious. We NEED to talk. Lately, my feelings for you have been a little off. I hate to admit this, but I’m starting to think you’re , well, kind of a dick. Games are for children, Rob. And this PR game you’re playing with your questionable relationship with The Mullephant Who Shall Not Be Named is old, frankly. You claim to want privacy, the mullephant wants to “keep things to to herself.” Right. Okay, so that’s why you go out of your way to avoid speculation about this “relationship”, right? WRONG. You both do everything the opposite of what someone who wanted to keep it on the down low would do. Airport sightings! Shirtgate! Kindlegate! Wrist holding! And the list goes on, provoking both Robstens and Nonstens into a flurry of confirmations/ denials. It’s great PR-who said “the only bad publicity is no publicity?” I don’t know, but you’ve certainly taken it to heart. By “keeping it to yourselves (not)” you’ve got every gossip site known to man wondering “are they/aren’t they?” and the paps are dying to get that money shot of real, undeniable PDA.

Which brings me back to my feelings for you. I’m sorry Rob, but I do think you’re a bit of a dick for playing along. You couldn’t lose any more privacy than you have already, so why not come clean and put all the speculation to rest? Coyness does not suit you. It might even take a little of the heat off you, who knows? Don’t worry about the repercussions of confessing, it will go one of two ways: Robstens will rejoice, Don’tgiveacrapstens won’t give a crap and Nonstens will be waiting for the breakup. Or vice versa. Either way, Eclipse and Breaking Dawn are still going to make bajillions and life will go on.

So why not come clean, Rob? As much as it would pain me to hear you confirm it (ouch) all the gossip and insanity over it is driving me insane and making me lose a tiny bit of respect for you. I know maybe it shouldn’t, but it’s an unfortunate part of being crazy about you.It’s unavoidable.I’m telling you this because I love you, Rob. I’d rather hear the truth from you, even if I don’t like it, but please-no PDA.

Still in love with you, but a little ticked off,

D2D

Even more from Rob’s mailbag after the jump!

The one with one continuous night of Rob

Yep just like this! Except without the Dadcase... and the jacket.... and the clothes..

Dear Rob, I hate to bother you when you have so much going on at the moment but I felt that I needed to share this information with you.

While out drinking with the girls last week after 4 or 5 wines I came across something that literally blew me away. Now, as a happily married women this info has somehow been hidden from me for nearly 20years only to surface last week.

It appears to be well know throughout the world that in all relationships there is a ‘get out of jail free card’ that can be used once and only once for partners who are tempted by lust.

There are conditions of course:

• This person needs to be ‘unobtainable’ in the real world and it is only through acts of karma that you happen to run into them.
• This card can not be used on any everyday hunk or slapper that you pick up down the local bar
• The card is valid for 1 f*ck only or 1 night with continuous f*cking, either way when the sun comes up your out of there.
• When utilizing this card you must advise the ‘Unobtainable Human’ of what is going down, so they know how special they are to you and also it will explain to them why you cleared off so quickly the next day.
• You cannot in any way shape or form make comparisons after the event has taken place to your partner, only if they are in favour of you current partner
• The card can be renewed after every 5 years and f*cks can be accumulated, like frequent flyer points

So, there are a couple of questions I have, one is according to my calculations I have around 5 nights of long hard sex with my choice of any ‘unobtainable human’. I would like to allocate one, just one of my nights to you. As I live in Australia the ‘karma’ thing will really need to kick in because I cant see you coming down anytime soon.

By the way just letting you know no threesomes, I know how much you love your buddies but no one is crashing my ‘Get out of Jail free card’ and that means NO ONE, got it. I know you love us Aussies and I do have a ‘Raucous’ accent like Emile D Ravin so I can whisper sweet Aussie nothings into your ear all night.

Well I don’t know about you but I am quiet excited about this potential union and the more I think about it the more realistic it becomes. The only simple request I have is that you wear your beanie during sex, sorry it is a little kinky fetish of mine but I think that I may have to explain that in another letter.

Always Yours,
DreamingisFree

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