Day 19- Rob is Torturing Me...

OK.

Why don't you just fucking rip my heart

out of my chest...

and punch it and stomp on it?

Yeah, go ahead...

You might as well...

How the fuck am I supposed to even come

close to being able to watch this movie...

When the fucking pictures slay my ass.

Slay. My. Ass.

Shit.

Look at his face...

I FEEL Edwards pain.

And right now my stomach is bunched

into the tightest knot you can imagine.

I'm doomed.

Doomed, I tell ya.

Kristen going back to Vancouver.

Um.

I fucking HATE these pictures.

And although some might say

I'm being a bit hypocritical in posting it...

I say this...

I didn't fucking chase her and take this picture.

I didn't fucking sell this picture.

I didn't fucking buy this picture.

All I can do is look at it

and get pissed off at the way

celebrities are treated by the Paps.

Fucking wrong.

I know if I were there...

I would have been shouting

(and I have a loud shouting voice)

"BACK THE FUCK OFF OF HER"

I mean... look at her face.

She's miserable.

Don't these people see the person?

Don't they see how what they are doing...

is affecting another human being?

How can they look through their camera lens...

and not feel sadness...

at what they are causing?

I don't fucking get it.

Stupid fuckers.

Leave her alone.

And while you're at it

Leave Rob alone too.

Assholes.

How can you not love this picture?
Well... I do.
For obvious reasons.
Rob and Kristen
smiling... being playful...
Intimate.
(and please don't tell me that the photographer
told her to stick her finger in his ear)
The Vanity Fair photo shoot
is just about the most
fuck awesomest
(OK, awesomest isn't a word....
But I kinda like it)
Bunch of pictures EVER.
(and lets not forget about the awesomest video)
EVER.
I never get tired of looking at these pics.
I never get tired of seeing Rob and Kristen.
Beautiful.

Bye for now ♥

* I was going to apologize for the excessive cursing...
But what the fuck?
;)