So I am kinda wondering if I am starting to creep myself out a little bit but I really haven't been the same since I wandered to Confessions of a TwiCrack Addict yesterday [and btw Thanks TwiCrack for making yesterday one of the most unproductive days of my life - lol!] and lapsed into a near-catatonic state when I came upon THIS photo:
[I will find an excuse to post this picture at least weekly, ftr.]
Is it wrong of me--at my age--to go weak in the knees like this at the sight of him??? Honestly, I had been thinking that R-Pattz's appeal had been starting to wear off just a teeny tiny bit lately - the fuzzy face and short do' he's been sporting the last few months weren't really doing it for me. So I hadn't planned on being quite so dazzled by the GQ spread. Now I feel like the secretary at Forks High when Edward turns on his persuasive charm: I have all kinds of alarms going off in my head and most of them are shouting "Too young! Too young!!!" Should I consider this a problem that needs immediate attention, or is it like I tell DH when he checks out pretty women: you can keep looking at the menu, you just have to remember that you've already ordered? I mean, I realize I'm not a teenager anymore, but I'm not dead, right? Right?!
OK, I will have to save the moral dilemma for some other time - for now, I am off on my mission to go out and hunt down a copy of that issue of GQ (and maybe some picture frames) and I'm not coming home until I find one (er, better make that "several"). It will be mine!
P.S. If you are too young to get the reference I'm making in the title of this blog, you might be too young to be reading this blog.
P.P.S. My Twi-partner-in-crime and co-blogger JJ has just made me break down and weep openly by confessing to me that she didn't get it. ARRRRGGG!!!