Contrary to the title, this isn't a stalker blog, and I'm not an obsessed fan girl hell bent on meeting my favorite celebrity. This is instead a diary of my own life with some swooning thrown in. Just a little escape from reality once in a while.
Like when I go to Brazil. And I'm tan. IN MY DREAMS!
Now let's get down to business. To be perfectly honest and fair, I have daydreamed about meeting Jason. Often. In fact, recently I've considered creating a YouTube video in a creative attempt to ask him on a date. It worked for a woman in the Marines, she got Justin Timberlake to go with her to a Marines banquet. Awesome, right? I have had a few issues standing in my way though. I've never used my webcam, I don't like to be in front of a camera for a photograph (much less recording my every move), and I'm not in the military, I'm not heroic, and the most patriotic thing I've ever done is vote. So while I've been chewing on this idea, someone beat. me. to it.
Huh. Interesting.... B*tch.
Okay, that's not fair. I'm sure she's a wonderful person (She's got to be, for that video. Chick rocks, honestly), but for the sake of this story, I hate her for "stealing" my idea. So here I am, not as young, not as cute and definitely not 20-something, no guitar or singing talents, and with a serious fear of video cameras. How do I get a date with my favorite hilarious hottie? Back to the drawing board.
