Dear Amy Sedaris:
It has been two weeks since I gave you my phone number and you decided I wasn’t dangerous enough to respond to. But it’s no big deal. It never could have worked out between us anyway.
First of all, I was looking at what you wrote in my book at your booksigning and I’ve realized that there’s a big difference between what you actually wrote…
…and what I now believe you actually meant, which I assume is:
“No really, I’m soooo fucking sorry that I had to hear that scathingly boring story of some lunatic’s husband’s emergency gallbladder surgery. What does this have to do with me again? Oh yeah, nothing. I wonder what my pet rabbit is doing right now? Probably pooping. Or having little rabbity dreams. Or having sex. God, that rabbit gets around. I wonder if I should have her checked for VD. Oh Lord, loonie’s still talking. What is this she’s handing me? A love letter with pictures of me and her cat on it? Oh that’s helpful. Someone call security.”
Secondly Amy, I fucking hate cupcakes. I know in my letter to you I said there was nothing better but what I really meant to say was that “there’s nothing better than a too-small, unsatisfying cake that’s been baked in a bag of paper, unless it’s basically anything else in the world.” Like maybe a sandwich filled with broken glass and hair, that would be better.
Anyway, I can’t believe that I wasted all that time at Blogher listening to the static-filled feedback from the bug I planted on you when I could have been focusing on throwing myself at Chloe Dao, who didn’t even laugh at me when I drunkenly cut off a chunk of my own hair in front of her at a cocktail party. (True story.)
Anyway, no hard feelings. I hope you and your filthy gonorrhea rabbit are very happy together.
~Jenny
PS. Do you know Chloe? Because if you could get me in with her I’d be willing to destroy the audio of you using the toilet that I may or may not have been playing at parties.
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Chloe was a sweetie. I don’t know if she could handle you though, Jenny. You might be too much woman for her.
You are too much, omg I am LOL.
The funny part is how much I think Amy Sedaris would appreciate this LOL.
Julie
Ravin’ Picture Maven
I still say it’s her brother that rocks. Can you set me up with him? Gay? oh yea. who cares. He’s the bomb.
Is that seriously what she put in your book? Because that is too awesome – but really? Notice she signed it to him? I think she’s after your husband, dude.
sometimes you made me laugh out loud. this is one of those times.
you are so hilarious, friend. right to my gut hilarious.
Instead of a sandwich of broken glass and hair, how about a RABBIT sandwich? Or is that a little too “Fatal Attraction”?
Tears. Real Tears. Streaming. Down. My. Face.
“there’s nothing better than a too-small, unsatisfying cake that’s been baked in a bag of paper, unless it’s basically anything else in the world”
I think this may be your best quote yet.
Who is Amy Sedaris?
Ooooooh… I so bad.
Hi, first time caller. I had a choice of ironing my face or reading this blog. We are
all faced with tough decisions from time to
time.
Oh good. Now can I be your BFF???
Sandra – You’re in. Please bring Canadian licorice.
Hung Tung – Insulting or not, your comment was far too witty to not approve. Welcome, my funny little troll.
MotherGooseMouse – That’s sick. And brilliant.
Kittenpie – Yep, that’s seriously what she wrote in the book. And she’d better back off my husband because I’m not afraid to smack a bitch.
Ah, shit. We’re having cupcakes at the wedding. Sorry.
(Though, we’ll also have homemade mini cheesecake squares….so hopefully you like those?)
I don’t know which to be more worried about: You not liking cupcakes or you cutting off your hair in front of Chloe Dao. Eh, either way I still love ya.
Ya know, you are so FREAKIN’ right about cupcakes!! I mean, SERIOUSLY, real cake is SO much better!!! Cookies are better!! Any treat without paper is BETTER!
You speak wisdom, my friend.
Her loss.
And Hung Tung should totally go iron his/her face.
I am torn… would I want you to stalk me or not? I just can’t decide….
If I was there at BlogHer, I would have stolen that chunk of hair and slept with it under my pillow.
Great psycho stalker minds think alike!
You are too funny for her anyway, Jenny. We all know it.
forget amy and chloe. you can be my girlfriend
oh and cupcakes are so much better when they are made in the foil cups…then you don’t lose any precious cakeage to the damn paper
I didn’t mean to insult Chase. Really.
May I have some cheesecake, please? Thank you.
Dearest Jenny,
I am so sorry that that Amy Bitch made you sad. She obviously doesn’t understand “Fucked up in an interesting way”. But I totally get fucked up in an interesting way and I too have a vowel in my first name. Oh my got, it’s like we’re sisters.
Love, your biggest fan
Heh
Wow! Remind me to never cross you. A broken glass and hair sandwich has to be the epitome of disgusting.
(Also, I agree, the rabbit is probably pooping. They seem to do that a lot.)
You, my friend, kick serious ass. Remind me to never piss in a bathroom when you are nearby.
ahh and this is why i read you;0
Amy swears she’s going to call you. She and I have been SO BUSY making googly-eyed crafts that time just got away from us – I mean, her.
btw, I let her borrow my own removed gallbladder (god rest its soul) because she was making something special for Victor.
*crying with laughter over Ruth’s comment, after the Glorious Humor by Jenny and the fabulous troll-dropping by Hung Tung*
So Ruth, you’re saying that she’s making Victor some sort of a…gallbladder-cozy?
A Gallbladder-cozy!!!!
Dude, if I had known I could have made one of those I would have kept mine!
Why can’t I get a stalker like you?
Justin,
You have one in me. Didn’t you get the cake I baked you made from the trimmings of my hair?
I can’t get you out of my mind. I dream about…
Ewwwwww….
Sorry dude, I creeped myself out there. I gotta get serious again.
I just threw up in my mouth a little bit
See Justin. Not as glamorous as it appears.
But seriously, hair trimming aside, Houston makes a great cake.
It’ll be a googly-eyed surprise.
I have nothing nearly as funny to add to these comments. But I can’t wait to see Ruth’s googly-eyed surprise!
You can’t have Chloe. She’s mine!
Sandra said it first, but I’m chiming in anyway. Be my BFF!
Hi Jenny,
I love you. You make me laugh harder than anyone.
xoxo Mamatulip
New here. Cracking up and coming back!
Jesus Christ, that’s some serious batshit crazy you spewed out and actually handed to her. Like what the hell was she supposed to do? Be all OMG MUST CALL HER NOW!!!!11 What celebrity would *ever* do that? Writing a note back to someone who wrote is one thing, but calling a fan is probably never going to happen. You crossed a serious line and quickly got filed into her crazy fan category.
P.S. You’re also not funny at all, I don’t understand what all these people are crying laughter tears over
Mom?
I really missed a good time. And, I missed Amy Sedaris.
a friend of mine and i once saw amy sedaris perform at… um, something… and he had her sign a blowup sex doll. one, incidentally, that was already signed by john waters. i think he’s just going around having it signed by the sorts of celebrities who are likely to sign blowup sex dolls (lydia lunch? no prob. hilary duff? probably not.) but i would have wondered, if i’d been amy, what she would have thought of the fact that there is now a blowup doll with just her name and john waters’ name on it. only john waters’ persuasion (and maybe amy sedaris’, too, i wouldn’t know) would keep someone from thinking that the dual signatures meant amy sedaris and john waters had “been there done that”… together. if you get my drift. but she seemed mostly cheerful about signing the little sex doll and it could be our weirdness prepared her for your weirdness. or vice versa, cuz i couldn’t say which of us swooped down on her like shrieking banshee-like fanpeople first. i only know now that all three of us have.
Must say that even though this post is hella-old, its still one of my favorites in terms of your lovely little trolls.
And man, there is no better description for cupcakes.
:]
Abby’s last blog post..I still hate what you did.