July 6, 2020
I’m watching a scene where Timothée Chalamet is acting all sexy and dominant, while in his outfit from The King. It’s outside on a castle terrace, clear blue skies and windy. I’m there, but not — it’s like a movie scene?
September 1, 2020
I’m in a school classroom and Timothée Chalamet is sitting in front of me. The teacher tells us it’s time to rearrange the layout of our desks. I get super excited when I realize I’m moving my desk even closer to Timmy’s. Later, we’re going on the subway after shopping at the Eaton’s Centre shopping mall. I haven’t used my transit card for the whole pandemic, so I forget how to use it when we approach the turnstiles. I keep fucking up, keep jamming my body against the turnstiles, but they aren’t letting me through. Timmy’s getting impatient because we’re going to miss the Toronto Raptors game.
November 6, 2020
We’re at C’s parent’s house before her wedding. Timothée Chalamet, C’s brother, and I are at a fancy kitchen island table, doing shots. I look at Timmy closely and marvel at his beauty, but I’m also completely grossed out at how sloppy he’s being right now. I wonder if he’s started to do hard drugs. Later, I’m trying to get an app to work to show everyone the wedding slideshow, but it keeps failing. C is frustrated with me in a passive-aggressive way.
December 1, 2020
I’m waiting for C outside the subway, about to rent some movies and books for our hangout. We rent Tenet, but it’s actually a bootleg copy of Dune, ahead of its release. My husband is late picking us up; he’s been stuck on the other side of the station and the subway’s been shut down. Momentary panic when we hear that someone’s been shot, but we don’t see anything. Later, C and I are in my parents’ living room. My husband comes and delivers our book holds from the library. We’re all watching the beginning of Dune. Shots of Timothée Chalamet in the water, swimming upwards; it’s all very arty. I make some comments about how Timmy is my sweet boy, but I also want to be with him; it’s twisted. C asks how old he is, and I take a long time to answer. Eventually, I say 26 — but that’s not true, yet.
December 11, 2020
I’m watching Timothée Chalamet’s opening SNL monologue with my husband, and it’s really embarrassing. Timmy’s saying stuff and waiting for people to laugh, but it doesn’t happen. He also says something about how he’d fuck anyone?! It’s so crass and awkward for national television. Later, E comes over and asks why I bought these chips and I say it’s because Lays partnered with Timmy; his brooding black and white portrait is plastered on the chip bag. E laughs, but understands. Later, my husband is filming a video of me and A getting out of an indoor pool — it’s neon pink and blue, very vapourwave chic. A says she feels like it looks weird, and my husband and I frustratedly tell her no; it looks good on camera and that’s all that matters.
October 27, 2021
As Timothée Chalamet’s assistant, I assign him a task on Asana to amp up his friendship with Zendaya for more Dune press. He screenshots it and posts it to his Twitter and says he hates this kind of thing. I’m super embarrassed, but I’m also like, what the fuck? I’m just doing my job.
July 6, 2020
I’m watching a scene where Timothée Chalamet is acting all sexy and dominant, while in his outfit from The King. It’s outside on a castle terrace, clear blue skies and windy. I’m there, but not — it’s like a movie scene?
September 1, 2020
I’m in a school classroom and Timothée Chalamet is sitting in front of me. The teacher tells us it’s time to rearrange the layout of our desks. I get super excited when I realize I’m moving my desk even closer to Timmy’s. Later, we’re going on the subway after shopping at the Eaton’s Centre shopping mall. I haven’t used my transit card for the whole pandemic, so I forget how to use it when we approach the turnstiles. I keep fucking up, keep jamming my body against the turnstiles, but they aren’t letting me through. Timmy’s getting impatient because we’re going to miss the Toronto Raptors game.
November 6, 2020
We’re at C’s parent’s house before her wedding. Timothée Chalamet, C’s brother, and I are at a fancy kitchen island table, doing shots. I look at Timmy closely and marvel at his beauty, but I’m also completely grossed out at how sloppy he’s being right now. I wonder if he’s started to do hard drugs. Later, I’m trying to get an app to work to show everyone the wedding slideshow, but it keeps failing. C is frustrated with me in a passive-aggressive way.
December 1, 2020
I’m waiting for C outside the subway, about to rent some movies and books for our hangout. We rent Tenet, but it’s actually a bootleg copy of Dune, ahead of its release. My husband is late picking us up; he’s been stuck on the other side of the station and the subway’s been shut down. Momentary panic when we hear that someone’s been shot, but we don’t see anything. Later, C and I are in my parents’ living room. My husband comes and delivers our book holds from the library. We’re all watching the beginning of Dune. Shots of Timothée Chalamet in the water, swimming upwards; it’s all very arty. I make some comments about how Timmy is my sweet boy, but I also want to be with him; it’s twisted. C asks how old he is, and I take a long time to answer. Eventually, I say 26 — but that’s not true, yet.
December 11, 2020
I’m watching Timothée Chalamet’s opening SNL monologue with my husband, and it’s really embarrassing. Timmy’s saying stuff and waiting for people to laugh, but it doesn’t happen. He also says something about how he’d fuck anyone?! It’s so crass and awkward for national television. Later, E comes over and asks why I bought these chips and I say it’s because Lays partnered with Timmy; his brooding black and white portrait is plastered on the chip bag. E laughs, but understands. Later, my husband is filming a video of me and A getting out of an indoor pool — it’s neon pink and blue, very vapourwave chic. A says she feels like it looks weird, and my husband and I frustratedly tell her no; it looks good on camera and that’s all that matters.
October 27, 2021
As Timothée Chalamet’s assistant, I assign him a task on Asana to amp up his friendship with Zendaya for more Dune press. He screenshots it and posts it to his Twitter and says he hates this kind of thing. I’m super embarrassed, but I’m also like, what the fuck? I’m just doing my job.