Rob and Kristen- Can They GET Any Closer?

*slipping on Rose-colored glasses*

Ah... that's better.

"What pretty rosy glasses you have, Grandma!"

(did you get the grandma part? Did ya?)

"The better to not see the bullshit, my dear!"

OK.

So here we are again.

Sometimes writing a blog every day gets kinda hard.

Especially when there isn't much to talk about.

Kinda same shit...

Different day.

Well... you know the drill.

So I'm posting lots and lots of Rob and Kristen

being forced to hang out and be together.

Forced to get close and personal.

You know how it goes.

So many pictures.

So many photo ops.

(And please... this whole post is DRIPPING with sarcasm

so don't even fucking go there... OK?)

Kinda weird, though...

I always thought that if you wanted to be seen...

That you would like...

BE SEEN.

Not just scrambling through airports 

and hiding in (and behind) cars

You know what I mean... right?

If you were performing for the cameras...

Why don't I see the performance?

Isn't that what staging a romance is all about?

 

We see brief glimpses into their lives.

Only moments.

There is a marked difference to how they are when they

know the cameras will be there...

To how they are when they think they are not being watched.

Complete opposite of a 'showmance'

Because they don't put on a show

Ever.

Rob's natural reaction to Kristen.

Smiles.

Getting Closer.

Bigger Smiles.

Even Closer.

And as close as you can get.

So what do we have?

Intimacy.

Smiles.

Touching.

Did you ever notice...

That the closer Robert and Kristen appear

The angrier and bitter some people get?

It's absolutely fascinating.

What are they going to do in the coming months (years)?

They are only going to get CLOSER.

What happens then?

IMPLOSION!

I suggest everyone purchase a pair of Rose colored glasses...

and perhaps a sturdy umbrella

and maybe even some good boots and a raincoat.

I see a major FOAMSTORM on the horizon.

Steady foam.

Constant foam.

BEWARE OF THE FOAM!

I'm thinking we might want to build ourselves an ark...

No Hyenas Allowed.

;)

OK... so the glasses slipped a little...

Sue me.

I was told I eat hate 'with a spoon'.

I talk about hate.

I admit it.

But I don't hate anyone.

And really...

I'm not talking about YOU.

Am I?

I've always thought of HYENA

as a vague generalization

Nothing specific.

Unless..

You THINK I'm talking about you.

Because this just gives me an excuse to throw in

one of my favorite sayings.

If the shoe fits...

Slide the bitch on.

This post is brought to you by the letters *S* and *F*

S for shoes.

We need some good ones for...

are you ready...

for...

TWIRLING!!!

Lots and Lots of TWIRLING!

F for Foam/Foamers/Foaming

I'm telling you...

The foam is TOXIC.

Stay away from the foam.

I repeat...

Don't Go Near The Foam!

Enjoy chasing your tails.

(Hint: You will never catch them)

;)

Bye for now

♥♥♥