Wednesday, March 31, 2010

DuRob is Killing Me Softly.


I'm going to try and not be sarcastic today.
Can I do it?
Why would I want to?

Anyway.
Fucking Robert Pattinson.
Wait.
Robert Fucking Pattinson.
Either way.
Top hat.
Gloves.
Cane!!!
JFC.

Bel Ami looks like it is going to be AWESOME.
There are pics/videos of like an angry DuRob.
Why is that so damn sexy?
Because it's Robert.
Simple.

I watched Twilight last night.
Robert and Kristen looked so young.
It's kinda hard to believe that they are done
with Eclipse now...
I love Twilight.
With all its flaws...
It makes me nostalgic for a happier time
in Twilight fandom.
Before the war of Robsten.
Before ... everything.
It makes me remember 
WHY I fell in love with Robert Pattinson.
Why I am so mesmerized by him.
Why I will always be a fan.


Yeah, Twilight has its flaws.
The makeup was weird.
The wigs were strange.
Rob's eyebrows were overplucked.
It left out important lines...
Scenes
But still.
Twilight did give us Robert Pattinson.
And it does give us Robert Pattinson...
Playing a fucking piano.
Damn.
There will always be something so 
incredibly sexy hot...
about Robert and music together.
His guitar.
His soulful voice...
I remember Catherine Hardwicke saying in an interview
that there were 2 hours of Rob playing piano.
Is that on film?
Is that anywhere???
I can't imagine a better concert.
I wish Rob would put out a CD...
"I'll be your man..."
Shit.
Yes.
This is one of the many reasons
I love Robert Pattinson.
Just the way he makes me feel.


And a pic from Eclipse.
Robert looks beautiful.
And Kristen's wig doesn't look too bad.
And Taylor.
Well, I might be in the minority sometimes...
But I like Taylor.
I'm impressed with how he worked so hard
to be Jacob Black.
I was impressed with his acting...
And I love the chemistry he has with Kristen...
On and off screen.

Eclipse is my favorite book.
Will it be my favorite movie?
I hope so.
I need Eclipse.

Bye for now.

*Pssst. See? I can be nice. Maybe.
Anyone know where Kristen is?
Anyone?*
;)

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