Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Good Luck
I was waiting for coffee and a Portobello Sandwich at 101 Coffee when I noticed that Colin Farrell was sitting at the table next to me with two of his friends. He was just about to leave, I tried to get his attention so I could congratulate him on getting to work with my brother, but he just kept walking.
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I was waiting for my mom to finish my laundry and make me a sandwich when I noticed my little brother and his two friends kept glancing secretively in my direction and then pretended to ignore me. As per usual. Why, oh why must I be so pathetic that my own family can't stand the sight of my hideousness? Maybe if I just go lock myself in the basement again and hold my breath till I pass out, the resounding crash from my head hitting the cement might force them to notice me. Maybe if follow a rainbow and find a leprechaun and offer to blow him (with a bag over my head) he will share some of his luck with me, and one day when I hold my breath till I pass out and hit my face off the floor, when I regain consciousness, I will be beautiful and this will all have been just a dream. But my luck, no one will notice.
Alex
ReplyDeleteGreat blog! I don't know how you do it - I am so weighed down with scripts right now, including a certain fourquel from you-know-who, that I admire anyone who can find the time to type away on the intranet. We are so hoping that you can make it to the gathering this weekend, but please - hush hush with your father. John was frankly aghast when he mooned the portrait of L.Ron over the sideboard last time. Oh wait, Katie is reminding me to ask you to pick up that wonderful Brie you brought the last time from Andrés, but not the triple creme - I don't want her spending the entire evening in the bathroom again. Oh, she's kicking me now. We're so in love. I hope you don't mind being seating next to Leguizamo again - you seemed to have a lot to talk about the last time, although I must admit I find him so pedestrian.
Must go,
Tom
Oh Tom, Leguizamo, again? The last time scared me, I'll admit. He kept petting the butter, calling it his precious, little angel, licking his fingers and purring. Must I go through that again?
ReplyDeleteMy father has this nervous tick... the mooning cannot be helped, I fear. He gets that way when anyone says L.Ron or sees a picture of L.Ron. But I'll keep it hush hush anyway.
The triple cream was what kept Katie in the bathroom all night? I thought you'd sent her there for some punishment of some sort. It's better than the corner, I must admit. At least there she has water.
Tootles and fresh onion in your eye! *wink wink* Remember that? Ohhh, you are so sassy when you get on a roll about the plebeians, Tom!
Alex
lmfao, you guys are killin me!
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