Dear July: slow down.

Jul 16, 2007 01:44

I get so bored right before sleep.

I think Michael left me a voicemail. We were supposed to grab coffee sometime this week. It's so exhilerating, hiding from his wife. Mrs. Michael Ian Black. She's oblivious. I hope he left me a voicemail.

It is so sweet and simple, this life we've created here. I wake up sleepy, watch Aqua Teen Hunger Force, eat breakfast at 1230, join the rest of my family on the porch to read something useful, keep my mind sharp. I get sad sometimes, thinking about leaving. But I really want to, I think.

We're getting a puppy. To replace me. After we get back from England. Mumsypants jokes that they're naming it Sarah. 'cept I don't shed. as much.

He did. He left a voicemail. "Hi, Sarah. It's me. (isn't that so cute.) I was thinking and, I can't take the secrecy any longer. I'm divorcing my wife. Marry me, Sarah. I've never met someone quite like you (he always says that) and I've already booked the plane tickets for you to come live with me in my mansion. Don't worry, I've asked your parents and talked to Barnard. H&M has also donated an entirely new wardrobe for your new life, free of charge. Can't wait to see you, love Michael Ian Black." It's weird how he always ends them with his whole name.

So I'm 19. It's really no different, besides the cape and sceptor they give you. Posing for that stamp was also pretty cool.

blah blah blah blah

guess i'll sleep now.
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