i must be stopped.

[madela]

So I wrote back. Here's what I said:
One night I was walking down University Place
with my friend Zack. I'd stopped off to get a
Diet Doctor Pepper-- it has a fruity aroma
that's nice for after dinner. Anyway, Joshua
Jackson came weaving down the street and he put
his arm around me and tried to pick me up. Most
of what he said was slurred and inaudible, but I
definitely heard him say, "Desperate times call
for desperate measures." At first I
thought, "Hey! Joshua Jackson propositioned me
for sex! He's a teen heart throb!" and then I
realized he'd insulted me. I still tell the
story a lot anyway; I don't really have a
problem with self-effacing stories. Your note
sort of reminded me of that: sometimes what you
think is an interesting little story is really a
celebrity putting you in your place. Now that's
awkward.