Dearest Mr. Dylan,
You just have to understand. Your future wife...
How am I supposed to react?
I mean, get all gooey and mushy and sigh, and think, oh, I'm going to
marry Bob Dylan?
Oh COME ON!
THAT'S *INSANE*!
I *HAVE* TO SAY, "This is complete bull****, i am a lunatic, it's not
about me, it's not real, or it's just a dream, it's never going to
happen, I can't believe it."
Because that is just the most BEAUTIFUL thing I can think of in the
whole wide world.
I'm in love with you. :)
And I DON'T KNOW WHY! :)
My favorite part of you is the you who is NOT singing, who acts like a
nice person.
That's all I want.
I don't have big dreams.
I just want to be with a kind, decent, caring, loving man, who loves
me for who I am, and who makes me feel like a million bucks! :) (or a
half a billion, haha, lol)
And we could even just live together in a little hole.
Come live with me! I love it here!
G-d, I'd do anything to be with you.
But I don't feel good enough.
I don't feel ready.
I feel like there are a lot of thing I have to do for myself.
But I suppose we could do them together.
Man, are you a slowpoke.
I just can't picture it happening.
Ring ring
Rachel: Hello?
Dylan: Hi Rachel. It's Bob Dylan.
Rachel: **** YOU ASSHOLE. (slams down phone)
Bob Dylan would never call me!
Oh well. :(
Love and misery,
Rachel
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