We watched Hostel 2 today, which was a lame movie, but I found a new actress that I have a crush on. Lauren German. Totally hot. Only disappointment is I did not get to see her boobs. I am like a teenage boy when it comes to boobies on film. If I remember correctly, Bijou Phillips (who is also a long time crush of mine) didnt even show hers off, which is unusual for her. What did blow my mind, was that besides seeing the tits of two secondary characters, the only other ones we got to see were Heather Matarazzos. How weird is that? I never expected her to do a topless scene, or show her ass (which wasnt half bad) either. It was while she was hanging upside-down from chains. I learned that boobs are not attractive when hung upside-down. Not at all.But oh god, Lauren had me aching for some lovin. I dare anyone, man or woman, to look at her and tell me you wouldnt like to bury your face between her thighs. Id have her pants off and be on my knees faster than she could say "yes please."
Do you ever notice at night, when youve been up for a long time, you start to see things moving out of the corner of your eyes, like shadows and what-not that look like bugs? I swear Ive seen at least 100 centipedes in the last hour, but none of them turned out to be real. I feel so tired, yet I dont. How weird is that?
I need to stop saying "how weird is that?" I say it way too much - twice in this post alone. Its a habit. Anytime something slightly strange happens, the first thing out of my mouth is "how weird is that?" Stop it, Taylor.
So am I doing this blogging thing right? Basically just take the shit that sits in brain and transfer it to fancy type? If so, I like it. It helps get the random shit off of my mind. Its kind of like thinking out loud, except typing it and publishing it on the internet doesnt look nearly as foolish as talking out loud to yourself. I try very hard to never look foolish, too, so thinking out loud is out of the question.
That reminds me, I think its hilarious the way we react when we do something stupid in public. Like say you trip over a crack in the sidewalk. You get angry at that crack to make yourself not look so retarded. You make it look like that crack is the worst thing in the world and it should be damned to hell for tripping you in hopes that the people around will be fooled and think "hey, that crack is a shit head for tripping that girl! Did you see how it just popped up and tripped her like that?" It doesnt quite work. It just makes us look stupider. Is stupider even a word? I dont know, and Im so cool that I dont care. Ok, Im not that cool, but I still dont care.
- Taylor
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