Listen, I’m not trying to be a dick here. I have so many deficiencies, both externally and internally. Rebecca Martinson turned to be the other day and randomly told me I had bad skin. I told her that beauty was skin deep and she reminded me that I’m also a shitty person. Those are my demons. I struggle with them daily.
So how do I cope with my own insecurities? Project them on other people to make myself feel better about growing man boobs and a lifelong string of ill-advised decisions DUHHH.
And Jeopardy contestant Laura Ashby just happens to be the latest victim, by no fault of her own. She’s probably a nice, philanthropic, well-to-do lady. But none of that matters right now because her accent makes me want to swan dive into a sea of feeding sharks. She could very well be clairvoyant and giving me next weeks winning lottery numbers and I couldn’t help but react like Harry.
“I’ll take listening to my parents having sex over hearing that accent for eight hundredddddd, Alex.”