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CLEVERer: Dear Natalie Portman... →
Dear Natalie Portman,
You don’t know me but I’m kind of a big deal. My name is Sam and I’m fucking amazing. So are you. You’re a Princess. A Princess wrapped inside an Angel wrapped inside ANOTHER Angel! You make rainbows cry, you’re so beautiful. The only difference between you and the Mona Lisa is that the Mona Lisa looks like a piece of shit…. You can’t be made in God’s image because there’s no way that God is as hot as you. Seriously. You’re epic.
Don’t worry: I’m not crazy! I don’t have voodoo dolls (of you) or write weird poetry (about you) or cry in the grocery store because they’re out of my favorite cereal bar AGAIN. In fact, I’m the opposite of crazy. If anything, I’m SO SANE it’s crazy!!!
Stuff you should know about me:
*I’ve been stung by bees over 18 times in my life but AM STILL NOT AFRAID OF THEM!
*I once ate an entire watermelon in twelve minutes.
*I have a great voodoo doll collection.
*I am tall, dark, and handsome! (except mostly the first, none of the second, and a smattering of the third)
*I can go to sleep just like that!
*I’m the lead singer of my indie-neo-folk/rock fusion band ‘WE SHOT THE BABY AND SMOKED THE NIGHT’
*If you ever hear me tell a story about apple picking, DON’T BELIEVE IT! I’ve never done it!
I know what you’re probably thinking right now. You’re thinking: Hey. I’m Natalie Portman. I am just sitting in my trailer, doing my Natalie Portman things that I do. Man do I wish Mr. Right would post a creepy-yet-endearing blog/loveletterthingy at 3:13 in the morning already! Because that’s how I, Natalie Portman, think I will find true love: through a Tumblr post that gets reblogged and RT’d until it reaches my perfect, enchanting, and luminous eyes. Oh, hey! There’s Jude Law’s dad! Hi Mr. La-
Sorry I had to cut myself off there. I could think like you all night!
Anyways, I think you get it: I’m pretty dope and you should get a hold of me. We’ll hit up Applebee’s for lunch in Times Square, then go to the Bronx Zoo and tease the marsupials, then bowling, then back to Applebee’s for Happy Hour then.. who knows??? Make Out Party 5000? Scrapbooking??
If you want to get a hold of me to make your dreams come true my AIM name is: thedarkmustache561.
SINCERELY,
Sam GrittnerDude, if this works…I’m so writing a letter to Tricia Helfer.
The Dreaded Follow Friday
I can see why some people can’t stand Follow Friday on Twitter. Who wants their twitter stream flooded with a bunch of names? I’m not going to follow any recommendations that resemble this:
#FollowFriday @name1 @name2
@name3 @name4 @name5
@name6 @name7 @name8
Why should I follow? Are they funny? It’s follow friday vomit all over my time line. What’s worse then this? Retweeting EVERY SINGLE RECOMENDATION YOU GET!! It’s worse then follow friday vomit. I’m going to start unfollowing whoever does this.
If you want someone to actually follow the people you mention, add a description to it. Or do individual mentions. I like to retweet something funny the person said, kind of like saying, here’s an example of how they tweet, follow for more.
I think #FollowFriday would be much less of a pain if we didn’t just vomit a list of names. It’s kind of lazy and if you really wanted anyone to follow these people you would try to make it meaningful.
I’m not saying I’m a twitter expert, these are just my opinions.
And like that your life has changed
The beginning of my son
The day I found out my 3rd baby was a boy I was ecstatic!! I already had two girls, it was time for something different. This pregnancy was going so smoothly, I was never nauseated, not extremely sleepy, just the right amount of weight gain. It was all perfect!
I drove myself to all of my doctor’s appointments, a good thirty minute drive, never expecting anything out of the ordinary from these visits. I was in my 6th month of pregnancy when the normal doctor’s visit turned into something that other people go through never me.
I was having a routine sonogram but the technician was taking longer then usual, measuring and re-measuring. I just figured she was new and didn’t know what she was doing. She printed out the sonogram with the measurements and walked silently out of the room. I figured something is wrong with the machine. She walked back in with another woman who, took more pictures and measurements. . She assured me it was probably nothing to worry about (what was nothing to worry about??) and to get dressed and please wait in the hall to speak with the doctor.
I waited for what seemed like hours. Trying hard to figure out what was wrong. He finally called me into his office and asked me about my family (he and my dad are good friends). Just get to it, I kept thinking. He let out a big sigh and told me my baby’s head was measuring larger then normal. That it was probably nothing to worry about but they want to run more tests. I figured he meant another time, maybe next week, he meant immediately. Oh God, this is more serious then anyone is telling me.
It was dark by the time I left the office. . I was sore from being poked and examined. I was in complete shock. Hydrocephalus (water on the brain), for some reason his brain fluid wasn’t draining properly. The doctor said he would see me weekly from this point on to measure any changes. This couldn’t be happening, it didn’t feel real.
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