I Give You An Imaginary Conversation...

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... that I had with the "actress" Camilla Belle on my way to work this morning:

Camilla Belle: You! Why did you write that mean thing about me?!?!?

JA: Listen, lady. You got paid probably ten times what I've made in the past five years to offend me. To stand there with your blank face and you do a lousy job and it's my duty, as someone who paid to watch this, who wasted two hours of my life watching you do a lousy job, to express my dissatisfaction. You wanna go and learn how to do a good job, then you get back to me. Until then, I'm going to shout it from the rooftops that you can't act and what you're doing on that screen is an offensive thing. Offensively banal.

Camilla Belle: But...

JA: ENGH! None of that "but" nonsense! I've had enough from you! Begone, Camilla Belle! Begone!!!

I saw this woman walking down the street on my way to work this morning that looked sorta like Camilla Belle and the above is a reenactment of what went through my mind over the course of the next couple of minutes. Who knew that I had so much residual dislike for her from 10,000 BC and Push though? The hate. It lingers.
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