Saturday, November 1, 2008

Me and Paul Rudd

Last night I dreamt that I met and then promptly married Paul Rudd in Las Vegas.
This is a fantasy because:
1.  He's Paul Rudd.  Famous Hollywood actor.  Husband.  Father.
2. I never date actors.

The reasons for my no-actor policy are aplenty.

A. There aren't enough mirrors in the world for both us.
B. When said actor and I inevitably break-up, having to watch him on primetime television and then again and again in syndication, doesn't exactly promote the healing process.  I'm speaking hypothetically, of course,
C. Actors are bonkers.  I know because I am one.

 But somehow in the REM state of Nevada, I overlooked his thesbian-ness.  Please judge away, but can you blame me?
That chest, my Lord.

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