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The 3 seconds of Johnny Depp in my life

May 25, 2011 by Mona Andrei 3 Comments

Where to begin . . .

Okay. It all started when Greg and I had plans to see Pirates of the Caribbean. Forgive my bluntness here but I fricken LOVE Johnny Depp. His face is interesting to look at (like you’ve never admired those cheek bones!) and I think he’s a great character actor. (No I’m not a whack-job groupie – just in case you were thinking that.)

Then, of all the days for the sun to finally decide to come out, our plans got changed. And when I say “our plans got changed”, I mean Greg called me up and said, “it’s too nice to go see a movie.”

Me, being the non-complaining-more-perfect-than-Mother-Theresa type girlfriend said, “Oh.”

But really, I was disappointed. Partly because I work from home all day but mostly because I really wanted to see Johnny Depp in 3D.

And so because I don’t want to develop any type of cancer and because I don’t have a therapist, I went on Facebook and bitched to all my friends over there. (Oh and by the way, thanks FB friends. Without you I might just be over at the Douglas Mental Hospital. Driving the staff there NUTS!)

But of course being the propeller-head that I’ve become lately, the next natural turn of events lead me over to (one of) my Twitter account(s) where I vented there as well. In 140 characters or less, of course.

And . . . (and here’s where I completely went ballistic) within seconds – SECONDS – Johnny Depp himself (not in 3D but in real, virtual life) retweeted my tweet.

Okay. So maybe that’s not such a big deal. And I guess now that I’m rereading it, it really doesn’t sound like a big deal.

But THIS coming from the person who was experiencing an anti-climatic evening after looking forward to seeing Johnny Depp in 3D all day . . .

IT’S A BIG DEAL TO ME. A BIG FRICKEN DEAL. Oh hell. It’s my blog. A BIG FUCKING DEAL.

I almost feel like I slept with him. The intimacy of a retweet by Johnny Depp. Come on!

And don’t tell me you don’t wish it was you. Like when you were back in school and the most popular dude asks your best friend to the prom. And you have to act like you’re all happy for her . . .

Okay. I’m in Canada and we don’t have proms here. Bad example. But you can’t tell me that you’re not wishing it was you that slept with Johnny Depp retweeted!

(Sorry Mrs. Johnny Depp. Your husband has no clue who I am. Really.)

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  1. Tina Santini says

    May 25, 2011 at 9:19 pm

    I am so happy for you Mona, really I am. I mean you are so lucky, I mean Johnny Depp with the cheekbones, eyes, edge and just enough bad boy in him that you would want him any time anywhere, Yeah you are lucky and I really am happy for you….. Honest.

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  2. Tina Santini says

    May 25, 2011 at 9:30 pm

    ….oh and by the way thank you for reminding me that not having a boyfriend is really ok, I don’t like disappointment.

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  3. Melissa Agnes says

    May 26, 2011 at 9:57 am

    WOW!!!!! Johnny Depp … like THE Johnny Depp!!! I’m so jealous!!!

    And don’t worry about sounding like a groupie cause only a true groupie would know that he’s not married!! He has a long-term supermodel girlfriend/mother of his children – but they are not concerned with traditional rules (which I sooo admire!!) … OK, now who sounds like a groupie!!!

    And also, we so DO have proms in Canada!! You were thinking Prom king and queen!!

    Can’t believe Johnny Depp slept with – I mean re-tweeted your post!! Damn!! So lucky!!!

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