17 June, 2008

The Farm Journal

I am sending a story to Ira Glass. Well, I am really sending it to This American Life, but Ira is all I see in that equation. I have had a crush on Mr. Glass for ten years. I hope his panel insists on my brilliance, and he asks me to read my story into a reel to reel in his personal, interior library while we take breaks to laugh and say things in confidential, neurotic whispers.
If this doesn't work out, I will have to fill my disappointment with black liquorish & an empire of farm animals.

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