Dear Mickey,
I can barely type this for the quivering in my fingers. I know what Loki meant to you. Sometimes you have that special someone or something that helps get you through the despair. Like that chihuahua you love so much you give it mouth to mouth when it is choking. Or that teddy bear you hug until it starts looking more like a pilly blanket. Or that remote control you cling to each night waiting for the reappearance of Mario Lopez and his magical dance crews to spirit you to a happier place where hip hop and JC Chasez erase all memory of your unemployment and the weight you’ve gained from emotionally eating too many Funyuns. Uh. What? Anyways. Just wanted to let you know the entire readership of this blog is here for you.
Love,
Down and Out at 30
ps. By “entire readership” I mean my mom and the guy who secretly stares at me from behind the historical biography section at the public library.
pps. Frank, I can see the top of your head behind “Team of Rivals.”
[photo via Men's Journal]
I wonder if Mickey knit that dog sweater himself. ?? Also, I LOVE your blog. Keep the posts coming!