“I wish I was Jennifer Aniston,” I sighed wistfully.
“Why?” Henry asked, as if this was a statement so extraordinary that it warranted an explanation?
“Um, because she’s the most beautiful girl in the country?” I answered snidely, like hello she’s America’s Sweetheart, you idiot.
Henry chewed on this and then said, “But then we wouldn’t be together.”
“….yeah, sure we would,” I said with zero conviction.
“OK how would we have met then?”
“Well, obviously at a Days Of Our Lives convention, where I would be there supporting my dad, Victor Kiriakis.”
Henry considered this and then, with a smirk, asked, “But why am I at a Days Of Our Lives convention?”
“To see JOHN BLACK,” I shouted in a LE DUH tone because hello, have you ever even read Henry’s LiveJournal?
Meanwhile, at Eat n Park, I got all let down when I thought the beginning of a song was going to be Jon Secada’s Just Another Day but ended up being Ace of Base ughhh. So I sadly tweeted about that and fifteen minutes later, THIS HAPPENED:
My Saturday night is so fucking full. SO FUCKING FULL.