Chwerchak sent Jason a birthday card, which arrived today. I won't share the details of what I am sure was meant to be a private correspondence with the world, but Jason did ask me to read it to him, since the only time he cares to keep his eyes open is when he is looking at himself in the mirror. Let me just say that although some of his pictures make him look like a wrinkly 55 year old man, sorry Greg, Jason is not available to be your drinking buddy anytime soon.
Oh, and Jason says he always suspected that about Dean Cain. And anyway, Tom Welling is a much better Superman, and Louren really appreciates the casting agent who hired Mr. Welling for the job, enabling her to lust after somebody who plays a teenager on tv, but is really the same age as she is. Well, two months and two days younger, but who is counting!
Thursday, February 10, 2005
"Too late or still too soon too soon to make lots of bad love and there's no time for sorrow. Run around, run around with a hole in your head 'til tomorrow."
-----They Might Be Giants
-----They Might Be Giants