"They're disappointed when I'm not Ryan Reynolds," the actor told E!, acting out a typical conversation with a fan: "'Oh, can I get my picture with you?' And you're like, sure, and they go, 'I thought you were more muscle-y.' No. 'Have you gotten, like, more unattractive for a role?' No. Just the role of my life."
I would even do you both at the same time, that's how doing I am.
US Open is excitingballs.
Have been emailing with my vascular surgeon, and no, Perkins was right, it's not supposed to hurt. But I'm not swollen, so the big worry of infection is off the table.
US Open is kind of stressful.
Is the surgeon going to do more than tell you it shouldn't hurt?
I hope so.
He says give it a couple days. But, you know, he used an exclamation point.
What Perkins said. Unsatisfactory.
I kind of want my Mummy and want to cry. It's really stupid. But if the estimation is that it'll be done Monday, then so be it. Of course, this is an ER-free weekend, so I don't even get that time off.
US Open is making me moue in excitement.
Man, tennis is kind of out to kill us.
We are out of town this weekend and I am just catching up but wanted to day, Maria, if you are interested in hopkins please let me know. Also fuck cancer so hard.
There is a certain conspiratorial air about the goings on at Flushing Meadows.
