Dear Cute Tuesday Boy,

I only saw you for a fleeting five seconds today. You showed up much later than I expected, but I'll forgive you because you're somehow even cuter than I remembered. I almost forgot that you don't know about my secret swoonfests, so I was mid-squeal before I caught myself and went back to staring intently at my monitor.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for . . . existing. I would not have made it through the day without you. Seriously, did you catch American Idol tonight? I specifically requested to the television gods that Kristy Lee Cook finally suck enough for the country music fans to stop voting for her, but it looks like we're getting at least one more week of that unholy, out-of-tune crooning.

Is it possible that you could stop by twice this week? I've been honing my make-out skills on Sims 2 for a while now, and I wasn't kidding when I said I have the keys to the janitor's closet. Just think about it, mmk?

Much love,
Rachelskirts