What I'm about to say might make you incredibly jealous, but it must be said: I think Casey Wilson might secretly want to be my BFF.
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Now, when I say secretly, I mean so secretly she might not even know it herself, but look at us - we're adorbs. We already look like besties. Perhaps the Universe has had this plan all along?
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You might recall we initially met at a theater several months ago when I recognized her from being on SNL and she thought her dad had put me up to asking for a picture
(he didn't, btw. As of yet, I haven't met her dad). I saw her again shortly thereafter and we took this cute pic
(which has Max Winkler photobombing us in the background - hilarious).![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcxc_CXfrPZp1J4ZjbKr-pOAL5c95xNz1zJFHHBLVfcp8jBpjjB75O3L0Y22CZQBe-GMfNNH4QcssVGTaXiwIceEObWUKojHot84SX7c6TLbO0u15-fFkMbCdUU63IjDFA6Tn4NuS2HJrl/s320/305786_2286144269358_1121438527_2729613_697088_n.jpg)
When I saw her again last night, she was coming out of the restroom and I said, "Hi, Casey"
(because that's what you do when you're BFFs - see, we're even going to the restroom together now - nevermind that she went a few minutes before me. It still counts). It occured to me that she'd be a great interview subject for my reel I'm hoping to make
(long story), so after the Q&A I gave her my card and asked if maybe we could do an interview for the blog
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HERE'S THE BEST PART.....are you ready for this?!!? When I told her I had a blog she said, "Oh, I know. I've been there." Um, what now? Come again? Casey Wilson not only remembers me, but she's BEEN TO MY BLOG!?!!? I'm not going to lie: I *almost* had a heart attack. I *may* have passed out for two whole seconds, but I remained standing up so she didn't seem to notice. Holy freaking crap, people...I think this
officially means I'm Famous. Yep, it's certain: That's it, I'm Famous, Casey Wilson is my new BFF, and Nick Rhodes is coming to take me on a date. Oh, wait. Is that last part not true?
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They're going to need to make room for me at this table, because Casey is going to want me to sit by her. I'm just sure of it.