stop knocking

My life is becoming so predictable. We are at it again... sneak previews with michael berlin. The first of six and I am already so excited. It made me want to be an alcoholic slut. Or maybe just one or the other. No... both. Just for a while. He asked if we were expecting him to come back at the end. I wasn't expecting it but I know that in a couple more weeks he brings her a new puppy. True, they don't always need to resolve things with knight in shiny t-top but she'll get him eventually. I am not sure why everyone is so old and why he even cares about us. It is nice of him to do. I told my dad about this "class" I am taking and he said it sounded very educational. In his sarcastic voice of course. I liked that her dad played her a song and I wonder what they were going to talk about. I wonder why she felt such a need to stay... like she was there to keep her family sane while going a little insane herself. Yet she stayed and I am glad she did... with her jukebox in tow.

Really. We need to lay off the butter.