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 97

Olifactory loveliness. The last time you were on The Late, Late Show Craig commented on how good you smelled. Now, I don't remember you smelling either wonderful or hideous when we met in San Francisco (I was probbaly too stunned to notice), but I will take Craig's word for it. I, too, have been told by multiple people that the funk I exude is quite comforting. In high school one of my friends borrowed a sweatshirt of mine and held on to it for months, only relinquishing it when my smell had worn off. I don't know if it's my pheremones (which certainly don't seem to have an effect on the opposite sex) or the fruity products I use in the shower, but I have never heard any complaints in regard to the scent I emit. My classroom, on the other hand, smells like sweaty, pre-pubescent children on a daily basis, and I pray that that particular smell never attaches itself to me because people would run in the opposite direction when they saw me coming. So, Jason, no need to fret about your nose being offended when we meet (unless that meeting takes places in my hot, stuffy classroom). I promise to bathe thoroughly beforehand and even put a dab or two of perfume on my wrists. Go ahead and take a whiff - I won't think you're strange at all.

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