I often find myself in a situation like this on a Sunday. Weekends are crazy with everyone wanting to spend time with me, fans bashing down my door like they are trying to bash out of the gates of hell and general mayhem caused in my wake. Then it all dies down and I get depressed. I'm kind of a pseudo celebrity. When there are people around me, I want to wave my Harry Pothead wand and make them go away. But then when I am without company, I crave it. And so now I crave it. Actually I don't know if "it" is what I crave. But I want something. So here I sit trawling the depths of the internet like a Japanese trawler trawls the depth of the oceans for turtles and sharks.
With E! Entertainment playing in the background, I saw that chick from The Devil Wears Prada and had to find out more about this devil. Gosh she is hot. I found out her name is Emily Blunt, she was born on February 23, 1983(Only two years older than me!YES!) Remind me to send her a birthday wish in about 12 days. To be honest, I don't buy the thing about her being 23(Please tell me if I'm wrong, I am horrendous with working out how old people are if they give me their birth date. Yes, I am that fucking stupid) Look at her, the maturity in her eyes, the sexiness, the dirtiness...It bends my mind to think that age wise, she is in my reach.
Apparently she is seeing Michael Buble, which completely stuns me. Somewhere out there in the universe, the stars are turning, twisting, morphing, and the star sign chick from YOU magazine is going to blind me next week with my Horoscope saying I was meant for Emily Blunt. YOU magazine comes out on a Friday(Well, so people say) The lottery is on Wednesday.
It is going to be one hell of a week. On Wednesday, I shall be a millionaire.
On Friday, my stars shall align and I shall hook up with Emily Blunt.
I'm staying in bed until then, this is going to be one crazy week!
Right now I have to go and watch the House of Carters. Awesome.
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