yum! candy!

yummy!

Christmas is upon us!

Ahh, the holiday run around. Presents, baking, Christmas cards… how I wish at the end of it all, I could come into a empty house and find a little rpattz under my tree with a bow.. guess that Christmas wish will have to wait.. my only irritation is that I have to take down all the GQ rob pics off the walls, so the people visiting for the holidays won’t know about my obsession.. I have to pretend I am a normal 29 year old, who isn’t going through some late teen-crush thing. Good Luck with that. Well.. merry Christmas and happy holidays… here is some candy!

Cherry poppin’ time: Twilight and Champagne

So, I guess the time has come to crack the ol’ champagne bottle on the bow, and send this little slice of my interior mind-fuck off into the intra-nets. I suppose introductions and explanations are in order.. bon voyage.

I guess I should start off by explaining, that I didn’t come to be obsessed interested in Robert Pattinson, by way of a Twilight obsession. True, I enjoyed the books.. but I didn’t read them till after I saw the film. I had actually vowed not to read them. I have always been one of those if-everyone-else-is-doing-it-I-won’t sort of people. And I had heard too many people gush, and I decided to stick to my preferred flavors of literary selection. Usually something elegantly written, but ending in tragedy. I am a sucker for a good tragedy. Give me Romeo and Juliet and We were the Mulvanies, I will be a happy girl. But after seeing the Twilight film, I was interested, not so much in vampire stories, as in my old standby, the tale of star-crossed lovers.

So.. I read all of Stephanie Meyer’s novels.. in 4 days. I didn’t really sleep, but I did become enamoured with the idea of ill-fated destiny finally working out in the end. How nice, one happy ending.  To be honest, at the time, things were rather dark in my corner. I was going through a divorce, and meanwhile I had met a beautiful poetic English boy who lived just west of London, who seemed to be everything I needed.. but an ocean between us meant that we would always just be friends. So, it was so nice for a while to just get lost in the books, to pretend that in this world, things really can work out sometimes and end the way they seem like they should. It’s a nice idea, even if that is more of a fantasy than werewolves or vampires.

To be honest, the “Edward Cullen” version of Robert Pattinson is not really all that attractive to me. I am not really into fake perfect looking people. I’m not saying that he wasn’t hot, but in the film, I wouldn’t say he was something to keep me up at night. However, the actual Rpattz… weeeelllll therein lies a different creature. You see, I like squirrely boys. Nervous. Cute. Lanky.  Rob had that je ne sais quoi.. he was like sitting a bottle of the finest cognac in front of an recovering alcoholic. I was a lost cause.

So.. this is where I end up. I hope other Pattinson addicts will enjoy this, but in the end, it is written to satisfy my own mental wanderlust.. that so often trails back to a certain lanky English lad that makes me go a bit wobbly

enjoy.