I don’t know how to start off this blog, so I’m just gonna
start it off by just saying that I don’t know how to. So there that is.
Okay, so, let me just say that yesterday I watched the pilot
episode of the new show Twisted, and I seriously don’t think Avan Jogia could
get any more beautiful. The first time I saw him on Victorious, my first
thought was that he looks like Aladdin. Seriously, if you haven’t seen him,
Google him. Try to tell me that he doesn’t look like Aladdin. That’s right, you
can’t. He’s beautimus. He’s got a voice like hearing music for the first time,
and a face that makes you think you’ve died and gone to Heaven. I used to tease
the ex, saying that I only married him because he looked a teensie tiny bit
like Aladdin. He hated it. Yeah, I have issues, I know.
Anyway, instead of totally gushing over Avan Jogia’s beauty,
I’m gonna focus on the show. Okay, maybe a little bit on him. The show is about
a boy who kills his aunt when he’s eleven, spends five years in the slammer for
it, then goes back to high school.
Now, I love serial killers. I don’t know why, but I do. So
to see a boy who looks like my favorite Disney prince who is also a serial
killer is awesome for me.
Let me rephrase what I said before. Serial killers fascinate
me. I want to dissect them, figure out how their brain works. It’s not like I
worship them and will eventually become one. I just want to figure out if there’s
something that makes them the way they are.
In other news, Marceline has gained almost five pounds in 9
days. She’s getting so big. When we got her, she weighed under 15 pounds. Now
she weighs 26. Pretty sure she’s just fat. Fat puppies are healthy puppies, so
that’s good. Also, today at work, instead of answering the phone with “Hello,
thank you for calling Verizon Wireless, my name is Scapegoat,” I almost
answered it with “Thanks for calling the Enchanted Castle, this is Belle.” Uhm,
wtf?
Ah, this is the story of my life. And I wouldn’t have it any
other way.
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