I just received "super double top secret" information about my Jake being at a super-secret location within the five boroughs shooting his new film until midnight tonight.
I am going over after work.
If I meet / see / smell / touch / anything him, you're never going to hear from me again because I will have died a happy, content man.
The next hour and a half until I can leave this office are going to be the longest of my life. I'm "trying" to not get over-excited, cuz who knows, the info could be bullshit, or he could simply not be there anymore by 7ish... but the stalker in me has taken over and sense has shrivelled and died.
I just downloaded and printed two pictures of him from his website for me to have him sign. I am going to run across the street in a minute and buy a disposable camera, for us to take our wedding photos with.
God this post is humiliating, BUT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF. If I happen to not see him, expect this message to be deleted and none of this to ever be mentioned again.
If he is there, and I do see him, I might not be able to control myself. I might faint. I might start squealing uncontrollably. There is no way I can tell how I'll react. I just know that I might embarrass myself.
When I've met celebs in the past, I've always become sooo aloof they usually think I am disdaining them. A defense mechanism, I guess. But with Jake... I may not be able to rein it in. Good grief.
My apologies in advance to my friends, family, and those of Mr. Gyllenhaal. May we all survive this debacle unscathed.
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