A/N: I'm aware how short it is, but I am leaving for China soon so I didn't want to leave you hanging until July! So enjoy this and POSSIBLY one more chapter before I leave (mid June)!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS (ESPECIALLY SUE).
Dear Journal,
INFURIATED! I was infuriated! That diminutive demon had the audacity that he could "get them for me?" Who does he think he is, journal? Who, exactly? George W. Bush, the failed president? Sure, he got away with some things, but no…not this elf of a human. He's probably one of Shuester's MANY cohorts, journal. This has exacerbated my plan. I can no longer trust anyone…but Amelda, maybe. She's been loyal, wouldn't you say so? Oh, I digress…
I ask you, journal, what is the point of phoning in and asking for something and then when you arrive to pick it up…what…nothing? I have a mobile phone, journal. I have "text messaging." I can browse the web-well, it's not quite a smart phone…but it flips.
Journal, I must admit that I have now reached a dead end. So now the wig will have to come in to play. You see, that was Plan B. I will remove that bug-eyed Ellen from her office and take over as some sort of temp guidance counselor. Besides, I'd give better advice to those kids under the influence than she ever would. But, that will take time. I must adjust some of my mannerisms and my voice and I will have to…have to…apply cosmetics to my flawless skin! Oh, Journal! Tonight is a night in which we shall lament together!
Good night and much love,
Sue