nuiebr7q4thgngj bhf)niho0 --- JIZZ IN MY PANTS.

Oh holy fuck me. Way back when; before Justin, before Rob, before I met the baftas, but not before Emile, there was GALE HAROLD. & I loved him. 

And I still do. He was in a major motorcycle accident last October but praise the fucking lord he is fine and back on Desperate Housewives. And my Sundays (that's when DH is on right?) just got a little better. I almost had heart failure while watching this. After jizzing in my pants of course.

Yesterday was my birthday.

These are the gifts that I recieved:

My Booky Wook by Russell Brand.

"The Robert Pattinson Album" - it's like a book full of photos and shit about Bert. I didn't even know this existed.

That Twilight candy conversation heart shit. "Bite me" is my favorite.

A poster of Edwardo.

And Kings of Leon tickets !

Woohoo. I'm glad my family and friends know exactly what the fuck I obsess over.

The only thing that would have been better is if I had gotten happy birthday sex from Emile, Bert, or Justin (Nozuka).

Okay, so can I just say how much I fucking love Russel Brand. If you haven't seen his Comedy Central special, then fuck you. You need to see it pronto.

Prob my fave line from the whole thing - "I'll give you an autograph across your uterus in sperm."

Pahahahahahahaha. Fucking loves him. 

My birthday is March 22nd. Someone better get me his book My Booky Wook.

 

A very Happy Birthday! goes out from me to Emile Hirsch, my future husband. 

Keep rocking and making kick ass movies. I can't wait for Taking Woodstock.