When fanfiction meets safari, you get "Jungle Cullens" (please sing to the tune of "Jungle Boogie" and add the "ooooooh ah oooooo ah" after. (use of "get down get down" optional)

My own personal Twi-nom goes – Rob, Jackson, Peter, Kellan, Taylor, and the various boys from there.  If I feel compelled to let my mind wander, Jasper often finds himself lost in that big ‘ole house and wanders into an awkward situation with Edward and Bella.  My stories are always so much more detailed than Ms. Meyer’s.

Bitchface goes blonde again post-"The Runaways"

I believe this one is self-explanatory.  Kstew, for the uninitiated, is dubbed Bitchface, for what seems to me, obvious reasons, but for those who are a little more sensitive (and really why would they read this blog anyway) one actually has to HUNT for a picture where this girl looks happy/grateful for what she has/involved in what’s happening around her/or just not a bitch.  I often have to pull her actual name out of the dark recesses of my mind because I honestly cannot remember anything other than “Bitchface.”

And finally, the title track of today’s post:

I was going to think of an applicable caption, but we've titled this file "Jazz Hands" and I think we'll just leave it at that.

*nonsense images courtesy of Awkward Family Photos

It’s not that I’m SPOILED, per se (please reference South Park), but it’s more that even now in my 30-somethingth year, I am always suprised when faced with the idea that I canNOT have something. I’m smacked in the face with a big ‘ole WTF – I can not haz?!  and then I go immediately into my pre-adolescent mindset of “well, I didn’t want it anyway”

Rob, if you are reading this, please be aware that Laymee is writing this, really, and just trying to keep us apart. Lies, I tell you, lies.

My immediate reaction is -   Take THIS!

Love-Tunnel. I haz one (heh.)

And THIS!!

Rob - I've carried a parasol TOO (yes, I know, this surprises no one)! We have so MUCH in common (also - I have that fan.)

Mockery IS my highest form of flattery. I save it for my closest friends and loved ones. Oh, and reality television.

So yes, while I honestly, in my mind – which at most times has the capacity for logic – know that the me-and-Rob-thing is never going to happen, some part of me, let’s call her Dymphna, somehow believes that this thing is in the realm of possibility (I’m not really interested in being with a 23 yr old, am I? Well….every lady has her exceptions.) and hence, this takes me out of the squealy fangirl/Beatle-hysteria realm and brings me into the role of would-be come-to-mama seductress. And Dymphna is a mad bitch. Dymphna also encourages the following campaign:

Effbit for Siobhan in Breaking Dawn – 2011

Seriously, that Dymphna needs to be taken in hand. She’s chanting this shit a la “Let Donna Martin Graduate”.

*nonsense images courtesy of Awkward Family Photos