Mr. Seaver is stalking me. April 20, 2006
First, the dream.
Then, yesterday, I caught the end of some celebrity cooking show. The host? That’s right.
And then, this morning, a commercial for a cruise or vacation or something came on. A freakishly tan man in a Hawaiian shirt holding a fruity, fruity drink stood on the deck of a boat inviting me to come along to the fun headquarters that are that ship. Who was this freakishly tan man, you ask?
Alan Thicke. Why? Why is he everywhere? What does he want from me?
I am very afraid.
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He thinks you’re hot, Brandi. That’s all there is to it.
Well, clearly.
i don’t know how this is related, but late last night i had fallen asleep on the couch, only to wake up and find erik estrada trying to get me to buy a few acres in the wilderness of northern cali. very odd. i think i’d have rathered a tanned mr seaver talking about a cruise ship.