so after my divorce and undivorce, i decided i would just be a complete sad fan girl and stare. get lost in his eyes. then i realized it was 3 in the morning and i had to get up at 6. like WTF world? why must you keep tearing us apart? all i have to say right now is thank GOD it's friday, or TGIF as the cool kids like to say.

this friday is particularly special. why, might you ask?
because. it's freaking FRIDAY THE 20TH OF MARCH. this is an important day.

noo, it's not anyone's birthday (not that i know of, and if it is, you clearly aren't important enough for me to remember something as lame as your birthday) or anniversary. it's not arbour day.

IT'S TWILIGHT RELEASE DAY.
and if anyone knows me, this is like the second coming of christ for christians.
i'm so excited i could fan girl squeeeeal right now.
although, living in canadia fucking blows rob's dick (ohhh how i wish) since we don't get annnyone at our dvd release party. noooo we're not cool enough for twilight stars to be like, hey canada, what's up. my name is robert pattinson and i am about to be raped by this lovely brunette and her friends. well, she will beat them down and then i will be raped by her. just her.

then again, as stated before... sluts probably don't get raped. something about the willing, or something or other?

right. you heard me. SLUT. but i love it. i fucking love it. every slutty, drunk inch of it.

i feel so pathetic. i have to excuse myself from a normal social gathering where drinky drinks are being served so i can go to the book store and scream and cheer and get all hyperventilated (or as i like to call it twi-perventilating) over a fucking movie.
with the best commentary.
and the sexiest star.
like, ever.

so i propose i sleep with a few pilots so i can get to chicago, nyc, salt lake city and l.a alll in one night juust to see my future husband.
he just doesn't know it yet since i haven't walked by.

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so after my divorce and undivorce, i decided i would just be a complete sad fan girl and stare. get lost in his eyes. then i realized it was 3 in the morning and i had to get up at 6. like WTF world? why must you keep tearing us apart? all i have to say right now is thank GOD it's friday, or TGIF as the cool kids like to say.

this friday is particularly special. why, might you ask?
because. it's freaking FRIDAY THE 20TH OF MARCH. this is an important day.

noo, it's not anyone's birthday (not that i know of, and if it is, you clearly aren't important enough for me to remember something as lame as your birthday) or anniversary. it's not arbour day.

IT'S TWILIGHT RELEASE DAY.
and if anyone knows me, this is like the second coming of christ for christians.
i'm so excited i could fan girl squeeeeal right now.
although, living in canadia fucking blows rob's dick (ohhh how i wish) since we don't get annnyone at our dvd release party. noooo we're not cool enough for twilight stars to be like, hey canada, what's up. my name is robert pattinson and i am about to be raped by this lovely brunette and her friends. well, she will beat them down and then i will be raped by her. just her.

then again, as stated before... sluts probably don't get raped. something about the willing, or something or other?

right. you heard me. SLUT. but i love it. i fucking love it. every slutty, drunk inch of it.

i feel so pathetic. i have to excuse myself from a normal social gathering where drinky drinks are being served so i can go to the book store and scream and cheer and get all hyperventilated (or as i like to call it twi-perventilating) over a fucking movie.
with the best commentary.
and the sexiest star.
like, ever.

so i propose i sleep with a few pilots so i can get to chicago, nyc, salt lake city and l.a alll in one night juust to see my future husband.
he just doesn't know it yet since i haven't walked by.