Monica Wants It- The Movie

No, not really- my blog is not being made into a movie. But I wanted to share this hilarious bit of information with you.

We’re leaving Bealls last night (which is an overpriced, mostly old ladyish, kinda store for those of you who have no clue what Bealls is), and I check my iPhone (I do this obsessively. MUST. NOT. MISS. ANYTHING.) and I saw the comment that Anon left on my blog:

Anonymous said:

You're the same person inside, no matter how big or small the outside package is.

Don't let your size [or others who don't know you] define you.

I once had some dudes in a bar call me a dyke- apparently because of my very short [becoming] hair cut? As if that should have been an insult of some kind? And I should care what they think why?

Who knows, and more importantly, who cares?

I was reading it out loud to Daniel, and he was saying what a good comment that was and that my blog should be made into a movie. And here we go:

Me: No way! It’d be boring, and the producers would ask, “Is this a dramedy? Dramedies tend to not do well at the box office…” Plus, who would play me?

Daniel: Jordin Sparks.

Me: <insert laughter>

• And I will step away from the story to say that I get the Jordin Sparks thing a lot. An insane amount. Jordin was the opening act for Britney Spears in Houston, and I went (along with a friend who is a member of Britney Lovers Anonymous/BLA and shall remain nameless…Naomi) to the concert. Well, I had some time to kill, so I went to the Galleria in Houston. Oh my gosh, I got asked if I was Jordin Sparks more than a few times.
• Um, no I am not, but thanks. Seriously she’s gorgeous! And it was even worse when she won American Idol in 2007! I happened to be at a Kathy Griffin comedy show in San Antonio, and I also got the Jordin Sparks thing a lot.
• I don’t think I look like her. Not even a little bit. But I’ll take it!

And if I did look like her, maybe this would have happened:

You know, like this…looks so natural to be sitting with Britney. I would love to meet her one day. Even if I am 50.

Britney, if you’re reading this, please leave a comment on my blog with your e-mail. xoxo.

Me: Who would play you Daniel?

Daniel: Jonathan Rhys Meyers

Me: <insert hysterical laughter>

Daniel: Glad you think it’s funny.

Me: <still laughing hysterically and can’t say a word>

Daniel: Alrighty.

Me: This is so going on the blog!

Daniel: I’m sure your readers will see how much I look like him.

Me: Right.

Then we go to Wal-Mart for a bit, and we come home. I see he’s on his laptop, so I told him to find a picture of Jonathan Rhys Meyers that looks like him. He said no problem. And here it is folks:

You can totally see it, can’t you? Please don’t all make a mad dash for my hubby at once- form a single file line, puh-lease.

My hubby has like the biggest man crush on Jonathan Rhys Meyers. HUGE! Like, if Jonathan Rhys Meyers and I had to be killed, and Daniel would only get to save one of us, he’d probably save Jonathan’s lips and I’d be toast. Really.

We shouldn’t have ever watched that damn August Rush movie.

If you had to have a movie made about your life, who would play you?