my mother calls on sunday, says, "wednesday's your sister's 30th birthday. i'm going to need you to take off work and, you know, throw together some cheese trays for the party." now, i'm thinking: what party? you mean she's 30 and not 29? how many people? but i can't say any of this. my mother asks little more than nothing from me at all times, so if she requested i enter ironman tomorrow and be prepared to make baklava by scratch in ten minutes...i'd have to just do it. so, i get there tonight. it's fine. i played old maid with morgan. luke played the drums with long matches used to build fires. we had several ice cream cakes, which runs against everything my parents stand for. i leave. i've got to drive back to greenville. only...
upon entering the car i check my voice messages:
8:34 pm: "hey mamie. it's joey lauren adams. george and i are at central grocery in oxford. i'm toasting you with a budweiser. yadda yadda yadda poetry yadda george..."
perhaps you don't recall: "fry like bacon, bitches" from dazed and confused. the girl who talks about girl loving on chasing amy. mallrats. the sweet love interest of adam sandler in big daddy. she's my favorite actress. and she CALLED MY CELL PHONE. granted, george put her up to it. but she called back later and we had a conversation. clearly, george didn't know who she was. he probably thought when she said "actress" she really meant "waitress." no matter.
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George, I love your work and I'm not talking fiction. Get in touch when you are back in Wilmington. I know, may may and buggles, you hate me and I'm a jackass....
xoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxo
jesus. chasing amy rules. except for ben affleck. what a horrible actor. he's like a dry nightmare. who would ever give up chicks for him...besides matt damon?
she's emotionally unavailable and gorgeous and sort of mean in all her movies. she's you.
and it's f*ing awesome that you just chatted with her on yr way home from the party. maybe take a nap or something though soon. i know it's hard to commit to a full night's sleep, but just lie down and blink real slowly.
you just gotta keep livin', man--l i v i n
she is hot
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