After having a dream the other night in which I was Ari Gold's new protegee on Entourage (it was the sexiest non-sex dream I've EVER had), I helped him determine Chris Klein was too wooden to act in a new book adaptation, and Ari made me an iTunes playlist of love songs to thank me. . . yea, I'm not sure about the deeper meaning either. . . well, I realized I have very strange standards.
I think real life Jermey Piven is kinda greasy and sleazy. But I can tell you with 100% certainty that if he was wearing a suit, carrying a Blackberry and was yelling at me? I'd totally hit that.
Is that weird? And what does that say about me?
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