Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Sunday, March 7, 2010

Reason 96

Booty traps? No, booby traps! Central Cinema, a kick-ass theater that shows older movies while serving delicious pizza and other savory concoctions, is hosting a Goonies quote-along tonight. Oh, Jason, why don't you live here so we could delight in doing the Truffle Shuffle together? Apparently, there will be Bingo, props and a costume contest, as well as a giddy audience of at least 50 dorks yelling at the Fratellis and giggling when Andy accidentally smooches Mikey in the cave. I read an article recently that mentioned the first screenplay you sold was remniscient of the Goonies plot, so I bet you hold a soft spot in your heart for that charming band of misfits and could impersonate Chunk retelling his movie theater puke debacle almost as well as I can. If you read this in time to catch a flight up to Seattle let me know. I will happily ditch my date to share a bowl of popcorn with you. That definitely wouldn't feel like I was babysitting and not getting paid, and I bet you'd even get a "Holy Mary, mother of God, would ya' look at that!" out of me.

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