Looks like the neurotic bitch is a stalker to.
http://taradublinrocks.tumblr.com/post/55040163141/an-open-letter-to-george-clooney
Holy shit, I wonder if Clooney had to get a restraining order on this wretched vile creature?
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They’d probably just send over a nice local microbrew, give you a little salute, and leave us to our canoodling. Except in Portland we don’t call it “canoodling”, we call it “having a stimulating intellectual conversation prior to the ferociously hot sex we will have later in private.”
Now, a confession: I’m only 8 years younger than you are. I know you usually go for the tall actressy thin gorgeous under 35 type, but did you see what your pal Dustin Hoffman said? You could miss out on knowing a really interesting woman (me, in case I’m not being direct enough) because I don’t look like a spokesmodel for, well, anything. I’m hilariously funny, though, and would be an excellent co-conspirator in those pranks you love to play on your friends. I’m sure we have loads of other things in common, like movies and fine dining and world peace and traveling all over in fancy private jets (that last one is just an assumption on my part, since I’ve never been on a private jet, fancy or regular style, but I’m pretty sure I’d dig it big time).
Getting to the point of all this buttering up: I’d like to officially invite you to be my date at the 4th Annual Human Rights Campaign Summer Gala in Portland, Oregon on July 27th. Already sitting at my table: a fellow Oscar nominee as well as a fellow Oscar winner, a former Governor of the great state of Oregon, and a gentleman who is a close advisor to the President. As in, of the United States. Seriously, I run with a cool crowd on occasion, you should totally hang out with us. Plus, you’re already a straight ally and staunch advocate for LGBT rights, as well as a supporter of marriage equality, so this really is a no-brainer. I’ve already picked out an awesome dress to wear, the food will be amazing, and you will laugh so much that you’ll feel compelled to ask me for a second date. I won’t even mention your past girlfriends, ever, because I don’t care about them. DO. NOT. CARE. Unless you want to tell me absolutely everything about you, in which case, I should also tell you I’m an excellent listener and would be enthralled to listen to you talk about anything, from Hollywood insider gossip to how you changed a light bulb in the bathroom the other day. I don’t care, I will be hanging on every last word.