Jason says "read this blog!"
Just when I'm about to sign the DNR papers for this blog something comes along and inspires me to write another post. One of these days Jason Segel will come to his senses and beg me to befriend him. I just hope he isn't waiting to see the 365th reason. It may take years.



365 Reasons Why...An Explanation

Well, hello there (said in a very sexy voice). You're looking quite lovely today. Welcome to my blog. Feel free to take off your shoes and get comfortable, maybe leave a comment or two. This started out as kind of a funny thing to do after I blew a phone conversation with Jason, but I've found I really enjoy writing every day and researching new and interesting things about my future BFF. In January I met Jason at a comedy club and the few words we shared only reinforced my belief that he and I would get along famously. As a dear friend of mine recently said, "why wouldn't he want to be friends with you - you're awesome!" Perhaps the 365 reasons in this blog may just convince Jason of what I already know to be true: separately, our awesomeness is great; combined, it may be enough to take over the world. If you want to be one of my esteemed followers, simply click on the 'follow' button toward the bottom of the page. Come on, you know you want to.



Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Reason 141

Brother, can you spare a dime? Jason, these are words you will never hear come out of my mouth. Well, maybe I'd ask to borrow a dime or quarter or maybe even a buck if I have misplaced my debit card and, per usual, have three cents in my wallet, but in general you will never have to worry about me asking you for money. It just isn't my style. As I've mentioned in other posts, my mother raised me to be a bit of a penny pincher. I only buy what I can afford (college doesn't seem to count in this scenario since I'll be paying off my student loans for the next twenty-three years), rarely carry a balance on my credit cards, and try to enjoy free/cheap entertainment as often as possible. I mean, just to provide a little perspective, I purchased my first Cabbage Patch Kid at the ripe old age of  eight with forty dollars in nickels and quarters; boy, that Toys R Us clerk was thrilled when I plunked that bag of coins on the counter. Sure, you make more money doing one episode of HIMYM than I do in an entire year (feeling guilty yet?), but, even as your friend, it is certainly not my place to expect you to fork over wads of cash when I come calling. Besides, I have a "Saving Up for Jesus" piggy bank that I can bust open if my financial situation ever becomes really dire. How far do you think I can get on thirteen dollars in change?

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