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Dear Journal,

Feeling listless again today

it began at dawn when i tried to make a smoothie out of beef bones, breaking my juicer

and then at cheerios practice, disaster

it was unmistakeable
it was like spotting the first spark on the hindenberg

a quiver

that quiver will lose us nationals
and without a championship i'll lose my endorsements
and without those endorsements i won't be able to buy my hovercraft

GLEE CLUB

every time i try to destroy that clutch of scab-eating mouth breathers, it only comes back stronger like some sexually ambiguous horror movie villain.

here i am, about to turn thirty, and i've sacrificed everything, only to be shanghai'd by the bi-curious machinations of a cabal of doughy mis-shapen teens

am i missing something journal, is it me? of course it's not me. it's will shuester.

what is it about him, journal? is it the arrogant smirk? is it the store-bought home perm?

you know, journal, i noticed something yesterday. of course, it's coming clear to me now. if i can't destroy a club, i will have to destroy the man!




***GLEE ANTICIPATION!!!!***