

I've always been the funny guy. I get really uncomfortable at parties and make dry, sarcastic remarks. I compete with people to try and top outlandish anecdotes. Basically it results in a lot of lying and "your mom" jokes.
For a while, I wanted to be like Tina Fey when I grew up. Funny, sexy, wore glasses. But now I've found a new role model. It's Lesley Arfin. She is hilarious, has awesome fashion sense and is Editor in Chief of a magazine dedicated to both fashion & hilarity. I may not have done as many drugs as her (hardly any in fact). And I may not have as many celebrity friends (I used to cut that guy's hair from the band Why - that counts right?). But I do shove bottles in my mouth like I'm filaching them like a champ.
Hey Lesley, mine's bigger.
Love you, mean it
Emily
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