Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Kristen Stewart and Me.


Well, she was just 17,
You know what I mean,
And the way she looked was way beyond compare.
So how could I dance with another...
When I saw her standin' there.

This post is all about Kristen.
Or at least the bizarre loyalty
I seem to feel for her.
I know its a corny ass line...
But I honestly DO feel very protective of her.

How very strange.
I read all this trash about Kristen.
She keeps taking these really nasty hits.
And I find myself wanting to defend her.

When did this happen?

Obviously Kristen doesn't need me
defending her relationship with Rob.
Maybe I'm just defending a part of Rob...
I don't know.

Could it be that I see how happy
Kristen makes Rob...
How both their faces light up
whenever they are together...
That makes me want to protect that?

Or is it the Nasty Nellies (Huh?) out there...
Who criticize her hair
(Hello? She cut it for a movie...
not like shes the only actress
to ever do that...
AND hair grows back.)
Her face...
(Seriously... Even a blind man could
see how gorgeous she is)
Even her smell..
(OK, lameass Twilight reference...
but people have said her
personal hygiene sucks).

If ever anything seems to go wrong with Robert...
Kristen will undoubtedly get the blame.
Remember the recent pictures
of Rob in public...
where his eyes are downcast
and he isn't smiling?
Kristen's fault.
Of course.

Kristen's shitty attitude is
is influencing Rob...
Kristen's annoyed outlook on life...
Is now shared with Rob.

I guess it doesn't matter that
Rob had a zillion plus one billion
cameras flashing in his face when
these pictures were taken...
And that might have something to do
with him being all sullen and tense.

In fact.
The one thing you can count on
to make Rob smile...
Is Kristen by his side...
Smiling right back at him.

Guaranteed smiles, Folks.
Guaranteed.

Isn't Robsten wonderful?
:)

Bye for now

*This post is just my opinion.
If you think it has anything to do with you...
in any way, shape or form...
You are wrong.
My words.
My thoughts.
Just me.*

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