Not like TV

[trinityofone]

How can my life be so surreal, and yet so boring? This morning as I was walking to work, I actually saw a guy applying Axe Body Spray as he strolled down Santa Monica Boulevard; shockingly, it did not make me want to rip off my bra, throw myself on his skinny emo-boy frame, and ravish him. Also, it smelled appallingly like women's perfume—really floral. Okaaaaay...

And now, in an hour, I have to interview Kim Raver, who was Jack Bauer's love interest on 24 (which I keep calling ER in my head, and god, please don't let me do that in the actual interview) and who's now starring in The Nine with my cousin, Tim Daly. And they have, like, UST and stuff. Which I am supposed to ask her about. Which makes me, hmm, just a little uncomfortable? Y'know? And so I am sitting here, listening to Duran Duran and having a panic attack. I hate my life.

Seriously. I already know that the highlight of my day is going to be that there's a new House tonight. There is something very wrong here.

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[wicked-socks.livejournal.com]

I once, on a date, had a guy wave a bottle of Axe under my nose and *seriously* ask me if all girls reacted to the smell the same in real life as on tv. He wraggled his eyebrows at me when he asked.

Apparently he was under the impression that it was some sort of female sex drug and there mere mention and sight of the bottle combined with his manliness and the smell of Axe would take the date to the next level.

The next level turned out to be me kicking his ass out the door.