bitchin'

i have a crush on marco pierre white, a chef celebrity. get over it, he is stone cold fox. at least, in his youth. now, a little ragged but hey whatever.

i know i lost my way.

uh, so albert hammond was on an episode of gossip girl a while ago apparently? i normally would be mad at him, but dude is amy winehousin' in a bad way. and again normally i would be into anything amy winehouse-eqsue (dirty, bloody ballerina slippers included) but i cant condone this. he dead up reminds me of a worm in this picture- like an evil worm from some sort of cartoon movie that i cant think of. and i know that i straighten my curly fro everyday, but this dude straight up cut his beautiful curly fro away! he doesnt even have the option to straighten those bbz.

we've been running barefoot through the streets.

im constantly- and by that i mean like twice (i dont want to seem that creepy)- having dreams that im best friends with kings of leon. if i was friends with them, id be catching boners 24/7.

my chances of becoming bffe with them have become slim to none after this post. bummer.

i kinda feel weird being this ~*intimate*~ in a blog. never talking about my dreams, or hopes for that matter, in here again.