Yet, in my stewing of unhappiness this week - a week that included a twenty-four hour stomach flu which exhausted me of all energy I had on Wednesday (I also decided to watch Melancholia that day. Really beautiful film, but messed up - I've digressed on a digression) - I cooked up another pick-me-up plan I'm going to put in motion for myself. Round two of my official Twitter mission for a shout-out from a celebrity! Who? Hold on for another paragraph or two.
Recall: I've done this before. And, yes, I was successful - twice. I've exhausted my feelings on this so I'll gloss over it in just a few sentences, but I was somewhat disappointed with the arrogance I received in response. Yes, I know, I'm just a nobody who's hounding someone on television for something as trivial as a "hello!" but it's a little disheartening still to be answered with snark, so I'm not overly happy with she-who-must-not-be-named who, I'm sure, will have a highly successful career now that she won't be returning for the second season of AHS and will forever just be the pair of tits on legs. Good luck, honey.
Otherwise, I've received not one but four whole tweets from comedienne Retta who has a starring role on my favourite TV comedy (and show overall) Parks & Recreation as Donna, the Parks & Rec employee who loves her Mercedes so much and laments about her brother Lavondrias or about the endless line of men she has entertaining "just waiting in the car outside." She's hilarious, and she's gracious with responding to her fans, so on two occasions I've been responded to for offering (what I thought to be) funny tweets in her direction which have been well received. Doesn't hurt that she's as funny as Donna in real life.
And so, my Operation Tweet Me Back target is... well, take a guess.
No, I'm not attempting to be the one person out of nineteen million who Lady Gaga will answer one sunny afternoon - hell no. That's foolish, and honestly, my body is unprepared for what would happen if she ever answered me. I feel like all of my organs would collapse in unison and my parents will have to hold a funeral for me as soon as possible. No, instead, I'd love an "X" - and that's what [she] tweets to her fans (often), just "X" for kisses - from Lana Del Rey.
|I really like this picture. I don't really like the words I can't read.|
Anyways, again, this is just lighthearted. The creepiness of this - I could see it, a bit - only comes out of the fact that I've written this for the purpose of my blog, but I'm good with being a parody of myself for the sake of a good read. After all, I don't publicize the times I've tweeted Courteney Cox and Busy Phillips or Gaga for the hell of it. So, again, have a laugh, I don't mind! That is, after all, the purpose of my blog. And the moment it's unfunny is the moment I should be removed from existence on this earth.