Holy Shit

Last night, I think I proved the phrase "drowning in own drool" literally possible.
Let me explain.
I was going to the gym in the country club last night. Apparently, so did the local swimming team. They were having a late night practice in the country pool. The only road to the gym is at the pool's side. I was cutting through a bunch of 6 feat swimmers. With swimmers' bodies. Oh Lord. I didn't think such heavenly bodies existed near my home. I was, quite frankly, trying desperately not to blush and ogle like a schoolgirl (even though I'm 18). Gah. I can't believe I managed to pass them and still have a haughty glare on my face, like I always have when people block my way. GAH.

Haha, the MTV Movie Awards. Was appropriately idiotic like all MTV ceremonies. Was disappointed that Pretty didn't come. Was amused and panting to see Aragorn!Viggo, however. *shakes head* So goddamn hot. I crave him and I'm not ashamed of how much this sounds fangirlish.
Dear fucking god, was Gollum funny. "DOBBY? Dobby's a fucking faggot!" "and specially Peter fucking Jackson, go fuck yourself" "If you think this *points at gilded popcorn* can compensate me for filming this you're sadly fucking mistaken!"
Muahgoddamnha!
Another nice touch was Justin Timberlake's (aka Spawney) on Stiffler's crotch. Oh wait, that wasn't Justin Timberlake. That was Orlando Bloom's face etched all over Stiffler's dick. Ha. That's why Spawney wasn't really outraged to have his face on someone's corona. Buahaha. Poor Orlando. };-D
I'm sure he loved being a d00d. And also, EW. Justin Timberlake, ultimate equivalent of american fangirl extrodinaire being transformed into comix. Woe to comix world.

Right, am off to spend some time with Horrible Family O'Nutters. I hate this. I hate them. Don't mind me. I'll just go muttering in a corner.

Holy Shit

Last night, I think I proved the phrase "drowning in own drool" literally possible.
Let me explain.
I was going to the gym in the country club last night. Apparently, so did the local swimming team. They were having a late night practice in the country pool. The only road to the gym is at the pool's side. I was cutting through a bunch of 6 feat swimmers. With swimmers' bodies. Oh Lord. I didn't think such heavenly bodies existed near my home. I was, quite frankly, trying desperately not to blush and ogle like a schoolgirl (even though I'm 18). Gah. I can't believe I managed to pass them and still have a haughty glare on my face, like I always have when people block my way. GAH.

Haha, the MTV Movie Awards. Was appropriately idiotic like all MTV ceremonies. Was disappointed that Pretty didn't come. Was amused and panting to see Aragorn!Viggo, however. *shakes head* So goddamn hot. I crave him and I'm not ashamed of how much this sounds fangirlish.
Dear fucking god, was Gollum funny. "DOBBY? Dobby's a fucking faggot!" "and specially Peter fucking Jackson, go fuck yourself" "If you think this *points at gilded popcorn* can compensate me for filming this you're sadly fucking mistaken!"
Muahgoddamnha!
Another nice touch was Justin Timberlake's (aka Spawney) on Stiffler's crotch. Oh wait, that wasn't Justin Timberlake. That was Orlando Bloom's face etched all over Stiffler's dick. Ha. That's why Spawney wasn't really outraged to have his face on someone's corona. Buahaha. Poor Orlando. };-D
I'm sure he loved being a d00d. And also, EW. Justin Timberlake, ultimate equivalent of american fangirl extrodinaire being transformed into comix. Woe to comix world.

Right, am off to spend some time with Horrible Family O'Nutters. I hate this. I hate them. Don't mind me. I'll just go muttering in a corner.