That’s me!
That's me. Why does this not bother me?
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That’s me!
That's me. Why does this not bother me?
Don’t READ: Nothing to see here:
I have a confession to make--well, not a confession. I didn’t do anything. I just was talking to my stepmother today about a show on television and she asked me about the date because she wanted to see the show or find the DVD. And I found out the date. That’s it.
Based on that date, uh...well, I can say with 100% certainty--without a doubt--that yes...uh....I was living in LA...at the same time...as Lee Pace...so, I may have been in many places where he may have been as I was, well, working a great deal.....uh...um...yeah. So, the guy in the class that looked like him could have been Lee. I am still not exactly sure, but I was there at the same time as he was...and...uh...I also forgot to say, uh...that, uh....I didn’t tell the whole story. Uh...the person that is a friend of my sister’s friend that was teaching the class...he, uh, introduced me to the tall guy..uh..I know this because I remember that, uh...well...I shook his hand and, uh...and we all three left together later...afterward...and talked...for a while..and I left..and never saw the guy again unless I am looking at his face right now....okay..can I go now? Oh, for the love of God...oh boy.....kill me now..