Dear Diary,
Let me say that about 8 or 9 times a day I get a text from an extremely handsome fellow. One you have probably heard of before. He's got perfect features, quick wit, natural charm, and he seems to be a good age and height for a girl like me. He's a bit of a workaholic, but I can deal with that. His job(s) are somewhat high-profile, but I think I'm ok with that too. He's a bit silly which is endearing, and he's moderately dorky, which again is pleasing in a backwards sort of way.
In fact, if I knew he was a devout Christian and I had to make a decision about it, yes, I suppose, Mr. Seacrest that I would go out with you. You've won me over.
Unfortunately, his texts are not directly from him. They're somewhat rerouted to me via Twitter. So, I guess all told, we are not that close to a relationship, Ryan and I. But they still brighten my day...usually. Sometimes they wake me up in the middle of the night with the 3-hour time delay on the west coast. ...
Anyway, if I can't have Ryan Seacrest, I'm going for the next best thing. And that next best thing emailed again tonight. The turnaround is getting shorter! This is wonderful news!
Who's to say what tomorrow holds
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