Today, however, has made up for the daily torture I've been enduring for the past three years.
Because I totally got to see RPattz. In the flesh.
It all started because STY kept sending me emails urging me to go down and check out the filming. At first I said no because it was a whopping 10 blocks from my office and I'm astonishingly lazy. But that bitch is relentless so I agreed to go.
Let me give you all a piece advice. Make sure you go to the fucking bathroom before you venture out on an excursion like this!! I had to pee so badly I was hopping up and down like a rabbit on cocaine and then finally had to give up and practically ran the 10 blocks back to the office.
Anyhoo, here are two measly crappy pictures that I took with my cell phone. They are quite possibly the worst pictures I've seen yet, which isn't surprising since I took them and I'm usually a total failure when it comes to shit like this.
His back (squint! Squint hard!)
His front! (Repeat above)
Oh, and RPattz, if you're reading this, I was older, short chick in the plaid dress with the tattoo on my forearm. Because, you know, I'm classy like that.