Sam

Er. His Sam. I see you, like, everyday and I wanted to say I ship you and your icon, whoever they may be. I also would like to say you're pretty groovy and funny and I would love to steal the declaration to your heart.

Amy

Is it okay if I refer to you as Amy here? You seem to go by many names, which is one thing we have in common. I go by a pseudonym half the time. I guess that's the good thing about the Internet. You can be anyone you want.
Amy, I found you to be interesting from the start. One cool thing  about the Monkees Tumblr Community is the variance in age. It's obvious that I'm not the youngest fan, but with people in their late-20s to mid-60s as fans, I feel kind of young. I'm not calling anyone old. I think that's more of a mental thing than a chronological thing. Anyway, before I ramble on even more, I meant to say I found you to be interesting. You're obviously more mature than I am... You have a lot of insights and opinions. Your work sounds inspiring. I see your funny little drabbles about music and life. I was to know you more.
I'm glad I met you. You're certainly an interesting gal with a great personality and a lot of opinions. All in all, you are a good friend.

Ashley

I don't know how I stumbled across your blog, but I'm glad I did. It seems like everyone intimidates me when I first meet them, because after going through your blog and your "my stuff" tag, you just seemed...better. I saw that you liked the same music as me and held a certain fondness for a wool hatted Texan. I feel in love.
I constantly checked your blog to see if you had updated. Most of the updates included pictures of Michael, and Pete, but I started reading your tags and noticed you had a friend. I felt cheated, betrayed, hurt...by someone I didn't even know. So when Ana came into the picture, I felt as intimidated as ever. She's a groovy chick, in all honesty, with her GIFs, and her wool hats and her constant Pete Townshending. I felt that our friendship, if we were to have one (and we do) wouldn't last.
One day, I made a bold move and started talking to you. I don't know if it was about Revolver being the best Beatles album or you going to Disneyland, but I felt brace nonetheless. I'm not a bold person by nature, Ashley, but you made me that way (God, that sounds stupid).
I have a tendency to go through friends like seasons, and usually, they forget about me after a month, at the most. But we became closer and closer as time went on. We IM'd each other We exchanged addresses. I was able to send you a Christmas package. We became closer and closer over time, and I'm sure we'll continue becoming closer as time goes on.

Kerstin

I met Kerstin by accident. When looking for a Monkees related URL, I typed in "mickydolenz.tumblr.com" and found that the URL was already in use. The upside is that the blog was alive and not abandoned, like some of the other URLs. She didn't have much information on her sidebar. After going through her blog, I still didn't know her name, so I checked her blog daily. When I started to get more information, I started talking to her. She seemed exclusive by nature, and of course that made her seem interesting.

She was intimidating. She knows a lot. She was comical. Her interests were far more vast than mine. I'm still extremely jealous of Kerstin because of that. I wanted to be like her.

Now that I know more about her, I realize that she's a kind soul and a good friend. I'm glad that I stumbled upon her blog. I don't know what I'd do without her.

Nicole

Hm... How do I sum up Nicole in one post? She's like my role model. When I first met her, she intimidated me. She seemed very harsh and laid back. I now know that if I were to meet her in person, I wouldn't have to worry about getting into a fist fight with her, since even Davy Jones could crush her.
When I first talked to her, my palms were even sweating, and I wasn't even face to face with her. Her answers to my questions were brief and I knew that she would soon forget me. When she reblogged a post of mine for the first time, I felt like an equal. I could then refer to her by her first name.
When we began to reblog each other more and more, I felt more at ease. The thing about Nicole is that she's very popular. She was friends with people I knew know that I exist, but still ignore me. I finally felt like I was in an "in" crowd. I was...accepted...by an ass pie, at least.
I'm still learning more and more about Nicole, but I know that she's a lovely little midget that will always be close to my heart.