Dear Will Tippin,

Oh there you are, with your greasy, shaggy hair. You didn't get to do Carrie Bradshaw, and life got pretty complicated by being friends with Sidney Bristow. Poor Will Tippin.

But not poor Bradley Cooper. Oh no. Who would have thought you'd hit the A (B?) list? Not me. I kind of feel a bit cheated really. I've been there since the beginning, thought we were pals, but you've left me for the big time.

So long Will Tippin. I wish you well.

Lola

Dear Lauren,

Perhaps you should have told your boyfriend about the prostitution in confidence, not in front of all your mutual friends? A little hurtful.

Look no judging with the choice of part time profession, do what you please. But treat people nice, 'kay?

L

Dear Michael,

You've dashed all my hopes and dreams.

No longer yours,
Lola

Dear Katie Cassidy,

I hear Ella is supposed to be like Amanda. But Amanda is in this show too. I am not quite sure why you took this job?

Then you got to work on Gossip Girl. but your character was kind of awful. It's quite insular that show. But then, I guess that's what Vanessa tried to drive home during your time there - it's always going to be about that gang, it's why we watch.

Sorry.

Lola

Dear Jane,

I like what you've done with your hair. Very kicky! You haven't aged a bit. Well, you've aged just a bit.

Speak soon,
Lola

Dear Emma Caulfield,

I love, love, love that you are in this show.

I miss Anya.

I love your structured suits, and your obdurate nature.

I wish you'd stick around.

L

Dear Brian Austin Green,

They're making references to David being hot, yet they put you in a red romper (granted, it's for a pyjama party). I'm not sure what to believe, my eyes or my ears?

Maybe they saw 15 years into the future when you had fully undergone the transformation into an attractive man.

Whaddaya reckon? Am I supposed to find you hot in 1996?

Lola