Now, I say "At Least Most" because Kathy Griffin once commented about british guys being doughey, and even though I HIGHLY disagree, she is god. That's right Oprah! You ain't god! Get the fuck over it! Anyway, back on subject, I've added another to my repetouire of cute boys I adore, Jamie Bell. He is the epitomy of sexy cute. Seriously, have you ever seen him all scruffy? Visit death and gossip real quick. Seriously, I'll wait. Go ahead. All done? See! You know though, I don't know what it is, the water, the lack of sun (sorry, I know it's a low blow, but seriously english people? when the fuck is it ever sunny in the UK?), but something just keeps churning the charming, cute, british boys, that can flip in a second, and become sexy as hell. It's like the second british invasion. One day I'll bet my kids'll be like, what the fuck did you ever see in him? And I'll be like, A really hot guy to stare at and waster time looking at. I had boring life before you. Only reason it isn't boring now is cause I have keep up with the demands of you little twits. I'm probably going to be a horrible father, becuase I just know I'm gonna talk to them in the same smart-aleck, overly sarcastic, dry tone like they're the same age as me, like my mother, and then be overly protective, nurturing, and a pushover like my grandmother. Ugh! Enough of me and my psychological problems! Look at him! British Perfection. PERFECTION. Anyway, gots to go, I'm still messing with my new twitter. That's right, I'm one now, a tweeter. Peace Out Girl Scout!(s)
XOXO, Coco Lamboux Ravelle
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