So to clear the cyber air, I have my own fair share of girl crushes. Mainly your typical angsty singer/songwriter types, torn and vulnerable in their music videos, portraying their seemlingly normal songwriting experience on the floor of their bedrooms with an open journal and an acoustic guitar. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure they started there at one point or other but let's be real, Studio A @ Capitol Records looks nothing like a 15 year old girl's bedroom set.
But apart from those little mind-diddys to ponder, my latest girl crave is for the ever-devilish little Mila Kunis. Be it her long, dark, completely unlike my own wheatgold hair, or her carefree, funloving outlook on life....she is fascinating. Opposite of some girls' envy-turned-lesbian crush phase goes, I don't want to be her. Jew isn't a good look for me. It's not in my color wheel.
I just find her extremely attractive.
At any rate, I'm glad she's famous. At least in this respect, it's deemed socially acceptable {and more effectually accessible} to stalk her.
Not in the climb-in-the-window-of-her-summer-home-in-the-Hamptons-and-wear-her-entire-collection-of-lingerie-while-sleeping-in-her-bed sort of way. More like, scoping out what she's wearing to the Awards shows these days...
It's a sad world when even stalker humor grazes terrorist lingo....ah, but all is well.
Life is grand. I found a fabulous new nail polish, gave myself a mani/pedi, and relaxed over hot green tea and a psychologial thriller.
If it got any simpler, I'd be a veggie.
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