Dear Diary,
I had a great training session today. My legs are getting stronger the more I lift. Who knew? JK. JK. So, everyone is bringing their dogs on tour, but I want to bring my cat. BTW, Ashley got a hairless cat, and I'm all like, that's not a cat, that's a reptile. She hasn't texted back. Whatevs.
Oh, and my agent left me a message saying that Serena Williams is coming out of retirement and wants to play doubles with me. What a sick joke. I'm probably going to fire him. He sucks.
Xoxo,
Vicky
Dear Diary,
Okay, it wasn't a joke!! OMFG. THE GOAT WANTS TO PLAY DOUBLES WITH ME. OMFG.
For real, I had a Zoom call this morning, and Serena pops up on the screen. I was like, "Hey, it's Vicky, but you can call me Vicky." I said that.
And also, we've already met. I was a wreck! I tried to stay in the moment, but I was spinning. I kept thinking:
What if we become the greatest doubles pair of all time and win, like, 700 championships?
What if we become best friends and I move into her house and help raise her kids?
What if I accidentally hit a 100 mph serve into the back of her head and she falls into a coma and when she wakes up she thinks she's an ice skater?
OMFG. STOP PANICKING.
Anyway, I think I came across as cool. Except when we were saying goodbye. I yelled out, "ALL HAIL THE QUEEN!" and then quickly hit End Session.
My wildest dreams are coming true. I can't believe it!!
Xoxo,
Vicky
