Queen?

Okay, I'm gonna double post really quick.

My friend Julianne is in New York City right now.
The state of my queen, Kate Berthold McKinnon.
AKA, Kate McKinnon.

I've instructed to Julianne to mention me or FaceTime me if she gets to meet her, and I'll pay her/give her whatever is left of my soul if she does so.

Do you want to know what I would do if Kate McKinnon read my blog? I would cry. Not because, you know, "Christ, there's a celebrity reading my personal blog!" But because "Christ Kate Freaking McKinnon reads my personal blog."

If I had known Julianne was going to New York sooner, I would have sent her with a ring and matrimony papers.

Jk I wouldn't do that. But if she met me and she wanted to marry me, I would jump at it. Unless she was like, secretly a terrible person. From what I can tell though, she seems like a sweet little bean. Apparently her voice is super freaking quiet and she's like, as big as your pinky finger. I want to hug her and like, put her in my pocket. Even though I'm probably shorter than she is. I'm shorter than most people.

Okay, I think I'm gonna sleep now.

Cheers? Yes, cheers, because I want to meet my queen.