Living in Los Angeles can only mean one thing: Celebrity Sightings! Unless you're me, in which it means Celebrity Sighting, singular. And not even a cool celebrity at that. Jim, on the other hand, is practically swimming in fabulous celebrities, and for that I am very bitter, and contemplating getting a job at Best Buy.
Here's our tally so far:
Here's our tally so far:
Jim
Ben "Ryan Atwood" McKenzie (aka someone I want to sleep with)
and then there's:
Me:
Jon Lovitz. Oh.
Jon Lovitz. Oh.
And technically, Jim saw Jon Lovitz too. And by "technically" I mean he spotted him driving, while we were on our way to Santa Monica, so "technically" he's the one that's actually done all the celeb spotting. And, by the way, Jon Lovitz cannot drive. In fact, he should probably have his license taken away, which hopefully will induce rage, and cause him to attack Andy Dick and end that monstrosity once and for all.
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The second you tell you've seen Jeremy Piven or Vince Vaughn, I'm catching a flight out ASAP to visit =P
I'll kidnap them and keep them waiting until you get here :)
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