Sunday, 19 December 2010

The Post with No Name

I know I should really be using this, (my little corner of the internet)to broadcast my many important opinions and for intellectual debate. I know that I should be doing that, but I'd much rather have a bit of a squee.

I swear to God he's taller,(if at all possible.) His hair is all floppy and soft and I want to touch it. His voice is even nicer than I remember it and he's...he's...he's just BOOTIFUL! It's not fair! Why must he grow ever more devilishly attractive as I become less so?

WAIT! WAIT!

HE SAPS MY ATTRACTIVNESS!

THAT'S IT!

I can even feel it happening while I'm around him! When I talk to him, he becomes even more perfect and I grow fatter, shorter and uglier by the second!

THAT BASTARD!

Taking all my beauty.

OHMYGOD I THINK I LOVE HIM! (Hyperventalates)

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