Sigh. It’s tough being celebrity catnip. Everyday, I have to deal with a new, fabulous, and totally obsessive celebrity trying to be my friend. For example:
Julia Roberts came by the other day to say hi. No big deal… I mean, she dropped by my place, but I wasn’t home from work yet, so she ended up visting some stores in the area. Poor Julia – she’s obsessed with me:
She said “Your dog is the cutest dog in the world”, or something along those lines. Although I feel sorry for her dog (or, at least, the dog I believe her to own based on the bio I read on IMDB), I understand. I mean… who could resist this face:
Now, I just need to find a way to lure Jim Sturgess to West Queen West. He can be my friend any day of the week. Like, any day. Of the week.