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watches biopics on pop culture figures about whom she knows nothing
reads memoirs (ghost)written by pop culture figures about whom she knows nothing
is obsessed with '40s/'50s American pop culture; owns every season of I Love Lucy on dvd and bothers to watch the commentary
has been photographed with Matisyahu
― Ol Bertie Dastard, Thursday, 3 January 2008 17:56 (sixteen years ago) link
Friday, November 30, 2007
So I was an extra on a movie last night
To my dear sweet Michael Cera,
It was a pleasure to meet you last night.
Although our conversation was all too brief, I can tell that it meant something special to the both of us. Yes, when you declared whilst at the kraft table for your one-day-to-be-released teenage romantic comedy that it was a cold night out, and I responded in the affirmative, did you feel the sparks that rose between us? It isn't every day where you find someone who is able to discuss, in such a concise yet pointed way, the direct effect the weather has on human comfort.
“Wow, it's cold out here,” you said, retreating into the inner warmth of your jacket like a baby bird nestling into its mother's feathery bosom.
“Sure is,” I replied as I cupped my coffee gingerly.
“Is that prosciutto?” you asked, your voice cracking in that titillating, just out of puberty way.
You were facing one of the many assistants on the set, but I knew you were addressing me. I reached to stroke the back of your neck and reassure you that it was most definitely Italian ham, but thought better of it last minute. It would be tacky to so publicly display our amour.
Not to be overly sappy, but your words warmed my heart – making the night worth the ten hours I had spent sitting in a inhumanely freezing room, being an unused extra for what looks like will become the Citizen Kane of the iPod wearing generation.
So, my luscious lamb chop of a man-child, when should we tell our friends about the wedding? When 'Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist' wraps? Must we wait that long to officially declare our love? I pine to have you near me again, my inamorato, but if we must postpone our liaisons, I will do it patiently. For you.
Millions and hugs and kisses,
Elaine
P.S. We didn't get around to it this time, but please give me a chance next time to sit you on my knee and bounce you up and down like a baby.
P.P.S. You're legal now, right?
― Catsupppppppppppppp dude 茄蕃, Thursday, 3 January 2008 19:35 (sixteen years ago) link