I love when you act all vulnerable and sweet and scrub toilets like you did in “Friends Without Money”. I know underneath your fame and money you pine for the simple life, no doubt wishing that you were undiscovered and poor, like me.

I wish I could give you a big hug and rescue you from those silly endless hours spent walking the beach alone in Malibu and drinking wine with Courtney on her deck overlooking the Pacific.

Yes, I love you Jen and if you ever need to talk to a stranger, please feel free to contact me.