The Couch of Happiness

Welcoem to The Couch of Happiness.
Where we hope everyone can exchange their happy thoughts.
Hope you enjoy the stories here.
And leave us with something happy you've been saving up to tell.

please note that we're giving out our first set of gifts just before Christmas.
So be quick to leave something under the cushions.

To leave something on the couch.
Please send it to teriakie@geocities.com
the prizes include Bullets over Broadway video
or 1 of 2 stills of John. Good luck.
MAKE US HAPPY.

Very Happy

I had a dream that John was in character as Lloyd Dobler, and we were on my bed watching TV, than he made me a very happy woman, just kidding ;) what really happened was that he kissed me on the cheeks and we huged each other, that was all that I can remember, although it was just a dream, it made me Super Duper happy the following day.
Mrs.Dobler

Very Happy 2

After a few days I had another dream, but this one was not so happy. I was with a friend of mine and she broke up with her old boyfriend, but she wants to get back together, but she thinks he might not want to, so she feels sorry and mad at herself. As we were entering a car, Lloyd Dobler came and opened the door for us. As soon as I saw him, I got a pain that hurt so deep into my heart and stomach. When my friend told me about her feelings, I was like, I know exactly what you mean (as if me and Lloyd Dobler were in the same situation). We than both started crying.

Broken Hearted Girl

A Day at MGM

I wish I can spend a day with John at Disney's MGM Studios, and ride the Tower of Terror, also dine at the Drive -in Diner, and than go to Pleasure island until 4 in the morning.
PS. I'm gonna to have to find a great makeup artist to disguise him like the job they did in Mission:Impossible, or else I'm sure He's going to be signing autograph all day.

Around my heart in 24hrs

What I'd Do

This is not a dream, it actually happened about a month ago. I work at a photo lab that develops film from Indiana, Illinois, Iowa, and Wisconsin. One day, as I was sorting the envelopes by process, I came across the name J. Cusack from Illinois. I flipped out and was completely convinced that it was from my favorite man in the whole world. So, I kind of did a dirty thing. I hid the envelope and then later while everyone was on break, I went back to the dark room and processed it myself, so I could see the negatives. I looked through all of them for about ten minutes when I realized that none of them were John. I guess I didn't really think that they would be, but don't think that stopped me from checking every envelope's name from now on! maybe one day....

Miss Sneaky

Puppy Brown Eyes

It's summer time so I'm extremely lazy. I fell asleep on the couch watching The Fugitive and dozed off. Then some how I ended up going with Cusack to a bowling alley (how romantic huh??). Well after we got tired of bowling and me yelling gutter ball, we went back to my appartment(I don't own one!!) anyways, after we made it there, I went to pop some popcorn and told him to pick a movie. He ended up picking The Fugitive (coincidence??). Sooo I'm in perfect heaven leaning on his sholder watching the movie when the phone rings. He looked down at me and asked if I was going to get it? Come on girls what whould you have done? Of course I didn't get it. Hehehehe I just loved having his puppy dog brown eyes paying attention to me. Anyways, I told him to let it ring and finally it stopped but shortly after it started again. He told me that I should really get it this time so I got up and picked up the phone. Then reality struck and I woke and the phone was ringing for real. Creepy.

Lelandra

A Ranch Fantacy

I had a dream where John was filming at a ranch like place, and it just so happens that I was at that ranch too. I noticed that they were having a meeting at a lounge, and I stood outside watching them. When the meeting was over, my brother and his girlfriend and I followed him to his room. Than somehow, my brother's girlfriend went up and knocked at his door, and told him about my obsession. Than I walked up to the door, and he invited us in. He said "So I heard that you have a website about me?" and of course I said yes. Than we started talking about my site. I asked him to sign a couple of autographs so that I can give them out as prizes for my site, and he agreed. As I was writing the URL for my site, he started to fall asleep, so I thought that he was really tired, so I said goodbye and left. I really wished that that had happened, actually when I woke up, it felt like it had happened, but sadly, it was a dream..*snif snif* :(
Miss Jack Bull

The Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship

I would sometimes fantasise the way I'd meet John. I would think that when I was in showbusiness, whether I was an Actress, Producer, Writer, what ever. I'm at a hollywood gathering, and John was sitting in the same table I was, so we started to chat with each other, as we go further into the conversation, I started to tell him about my teenage obsession over him, and I'd tell him about, how I wrote letters to him, created a site about him, and also joining a mailling list of his that gets around 30 e-mails a day from other of his fans, and talk about his latest news. Near the end of the event, he'd ask to drive me home, and I of course I accepted, I mean who wouldn't right, and after that we went for a drive around town, and that would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I don't know how it ends, and I know it sounds a little impossible, but hey, a girl can dream can't she??

The Girl In His SAAB

Lying Next to Me

Clare and I were in a car on the way to a party. Well, when we get there I peek my head inside the door and I see the craziest beer drinking party I've ever seen. I looked at Clare like she was nuts and mouthed "no" to her. Of course, being the ignorant little thing she is, she dragged me out into the party anyway and over to the table where they had the drinks. She handed me some punch. I asked if it was spiked and she said "yeah but it was nothing that'd give me a buzz" (right). Then this really hot guy approached us. He says hi to Clare(he completely ignores me) and asks her to dance. She said bye Jen and LEFT me!!!! I about had a cow.

I then tried to leave but I bumped into this really tall guy. Kinda cute but he was drunk as hell. Well, I stood there and talked with him for a while since he made me laugh. After a little bit, he started to look really sick. It scared me out of my mind when I realized the guy was about to fall on top of me. Luckily somebody pushed me out of the way. I seriously thought the guy was dead from an overdose or something when all of a sudden he popped up, shook his head back and forth like a wet dog and then fell again.

I reached down to shake him and the guy that pushed me out of the way earlier pulled me back. "Don't worry," he told me, "The guy's okay. He's just dead drunk." I turned around to see the guy holding onto my hand and it was Cusack!!! Now you've probably figured out that I'm a chicken so I pull away from him and said "sorry about the trouble" and then left the party as soon as possible.

I had just about made it home when I heard something behind me. I turned around and screamed. It was Cusack AGAIN!!! "Sorry," he said,"Didn't mean to scare ya. Just wanted to make sure you got home safe uh...I never caught your name." "Jennifer?" I offered. Then he said,"Hi I'm Peter..." and then he told me some stuff about himself. Can't quite remember what. But he walked with me the rest of the way to my house. I said good night as I fumbled with my key to unlock the door. He was leaning way too close to me. "Here let me help you," he said as he put his hand over mine. I felt like every nerve in my body was tingling and as he steadied my hand and unlocked the door. And then he kissed me. First softly then hard so I pushed him away. I didn't like that determined look I saw in his eyes as I slipped into my house leaving him outside. He then stuck his foot in the door so I couldn't close it. He actually had the nerve to ask if I was gonna let him in for a drink or something. I told him, "Sure. I think we've got some rat poison around here someplace." Well, I let him in anywayz and we ended up sitting down to talk about absolutely nothing and drunk a couple of beers. Big mistake.

I don't know when I passed out but when I woke up there he was...lying next to me in MY bed SNORING!!!! I buried my head in my pillow and felt like I was gonna puke. But then his snoring got really annoying. How could such a cute guy have such a big mouth?? So I put my head back in the pillow and started elbowing him to shut up. Only thing is the next thing I heard was my brother saying something like, "Stop hitting me. Don't you remember?? I was suppose to wake you up at seven and it's almost eight o'clock. Hey, you hit me one more time and your gonna eat that bear." I finally rolled over and opened my eyes only to have my favorite teddy bear shoved in my face. Aaahhhhhhh...I hate older brothers. I'm gonna get my revenge some day!! Or maybe I just need more sleep...

Lelandra

Stalking John Cusack

Last January I found out Cusack was filming in Toronto when I read about it on another fan's Web page. I spent a lot of time trying to narrow down location, timing and especially, my own presentation. Crashing a film set takes a lot of planning, but I eventually learned which hotel he stayed in, the filming locations and that he went to a lot of movies at the Cumberland theatre. By March, I knew the man was in my city. Sean, one of my customers at Starbucks, works for a lot of productions in the city. With a little bit of incentive free jumbo decafs, I scored a piece of paper. But he said, "If you bump into me here, you don't know me." The paper was a call sheet for a day of filming.

When the big day arrived, I skipped English class and found myself staring at a sign that read "No Trespassing" on the lawn of the studio. Trailers were scattered everywhere on the lot but there was nobody around. No crew members, no extras, nobody. I took a deep breath and walked with my head up and notepad in hand towards the trailers. Trying not to dart my eyes too much, I looked for "Nick's" trailer. (Call sheets are a good way to know the star's film name because no trailer will ever have "John Cusack" on the door.)

The first trailer door I looked at was decorated with a white piece of paper with "Nick" scribbled on it in black magic marker. There it was. My heart started pounding. What if he'sin there? I asked myself. What if he sees me and freaks out? What if he is (gasp!) a complete and utter jerk? I'd be crushed! Panicking, I made my way back into the parking lot and sat down on a curb. I rubbed my sweaty palms on my pants. The tension was killing me. My blood pressure was skyrocketing. I waited for an hour, but no sign of Cusack. So I gave up for the day.

A few weeks later I received another piece of paper from my informant, Sean. It was a promising tip that there would be lots of extras around, so it would be easy to blend in. Off I went again, it was a very small set with lots of trailers, and again, I found "Nick's" right away.I perched myself on a chair with some extras, right between the indoor set and the trailers. After another hour of waiting with my eyes glued to Cusack's trailer, the door opened. I held my breath as he appeared. He looked just like he does in movies tall, thick black hair, chiseled features. He was ready for the next shot, dressed in a crisp white shirt and black tie. It was almost as if he still wasn't real, like I was watching him on some new 3-D movie screen. For some reason the sight of him made me feel calm, almost peaceful.

He came out of his trailer wearing a baseball glove and started playing catch with some bottle-blonde. I thought, okay, he's real. I can get on with my pathetic life now. But then he pinged a baseball off a car and didn't even flinch. He is so suave, I thought. I have to meet this guy. His cell phone rang. He moved to the sidelines in the shade by his trailer for some privacy. He was about 15 feet in front of me and I was glaring at him through mirrored sunglasses. As he spoke on the phone he ran his long fingers through his jet black hair while he paced back and forth like a hospital visitor. Then he became even more human. He started picking his nose. I mean, he didn't even try to hide it. He was just digging away, alternating between thumb and forefinger. I may have even drooled. Hey, it is John Cusack.

When he was finished on the phone, he tucked it away in his pocket and... started heading my way! But Johnny walked right past without noticing me. My heart sank. I must have looked like I just lost my best friend. He didn't even notice me? I had gone out of my way to look ultrafeminine complete with tight top's and he didn't even notice me? What's wrong with him? I began to have hostile thoughts. But before I knew it, he came back out and walked right by me again. It was now or never. Do or die. Carpe diem! A group of extras were in his way so he kind of slowed down and turned my way and caught my eye looking for a detour.

"John?" I said. Did I just say that? I didn'ssay that. "Hi, how you doing?" he asked. "Uh, I’m great thanks!" After much nervous stammering and hand shaking, we established that I was a big fan and really liked his work, yadda yadda yadda. I felt like such a nut. I kept thinking I am the biggest loser, with a big, dopey smile on my face. With that, he thanked me and said he must get back to work.

And there you have it. Mission accomplished. But it wasn't enough for me. I still want more. I want to hang out with him. I want to talk with him. Get to know him or something. I don't think I'll ever understand my obsession with this famous person. It's like he's a part of this whole other species and it's a really special event to interact with him.

Miss Stalker

John and Tim

I had a dream that took place on a set or something, I can't really remember, but I do remember seeing John talking to Tim Robbins(a friend of his) in the Parking Lot. I kind of earsdropped a little trying to catch what they were saying. I remember they were talking jokingly about something and a lot of F words in the conversation. I thought to myself, this would be a great oppertunity to get his or their autograph. As I was going to get a picture in a basement(I have no idea why) I over heard a conversation. It was about an actor that couldn't make it, had a cold or something, so they asked if I'd play the part (now the place turned into the basement of a theater)and of course I said yes. The gentleman asked me to go upstairs and read the script. When I got upstaires I saw Annette Bening and all these other actors sitting around a table in a kitchen-like room, they were all talking and laughing drinking coffee. The next thing I remembered was leaving the theater after the show was finished, and that was it.

Miss Nothing Makes Sense


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