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8/1/07

grand schemes and small calves.

In a feeble attempt to become a "blog of note" in Natalie world, I present a great memory of mine. It was the unforgettable time in which we met our dear Wentworth Miller.

Now, Nat and I were a captive audience when Went chose to tattoo his entire being and recklessly throw himself into prison. We stood by his side while he executed his seemingly impossible prison break plan. We fought back tears and fretted endlessly as wrench after wrench was thrown into his grand scheme. But in the end, he was successful. He fought the law and HE won. So it was our great pleasure to finally meet this heartthrob in person.

As you can see from this undoctored photograph, Natalie was extremely nervous and I apparently was unusually thirsty. But as per usual, our dear Went was cool, calm and collected. And missing a few buttons on his shirt. Long story short, it really was a fantastic meeting. He proposed, however we declined citing various reasons including his small calves, womanizing and inability to display any facial expression besides suspicion. Bottom line is this: The story I just shared was most certainly noteworthy. Therefore I feel it necessary that I become a "blog of note". Thank you for your time.

1 comment:

Natalie said...

Fair enough. 'Blog of note' request granted.

And might I applaud you in your bravery in publicly posting such a controversial photograph. If word gets out to the paparazzi... look out. They'll never ignore the girl who refused Wentworth's marriage proposal.

Also, I'd like to take this moment to thank Shanna for getting up to snap the photo for us, thereby sacrificing her dreams of achieving celebrity gossip status. She tries to brag about that night we met Went, but nobody believes her. No proof. Jessi and I, on the other hand, have this undeniable evidence, and therefore- who could argue?

And yes, I was extremely nervous that night, the night this rare and fateful photograph was taken. I had painstakingly picked out my best first-impression making outfit: track pants, sweatshirt, and Christmas ribbon accenting one of my favorite features - the forehead. Worked like a charm. You can see by his body language that he's putty in my hands. Poor Jessi gave him the cold shoulder in an effort to play hard to get. But I knew the sensitive genious type wouldn't respond to that. He couldn't resist my forehead.