This Countdown is Killing Me OR What if it Sucks?

Do you know what's Sexy... the mounting anticipation of actually seeing a movie you've waited over a year for. Do you know what's not Sexy... the drag of minutes that seem to be snailing by as both the movie and your vacation get ever so slowly closer.

Um, I know you are all tired of Twilight, even those that are excited about it... You are tired of hearing me yammer on nonstop about Robert Pattinson and his Awesome. But really, it's my blog, and I can annoy you if I want. But really, is it that annoying... I'm endearing as all get out, like a tiny adorable puppy making you hold their toy while they leap about and enjoy themselves (awww, I want a puppy). Where was I, o right... like we always say... Confidence in yourself is Sexy. Confidence in this movie is too, then. By all logical standards. (No really)

So there are those out there wondering what I will do if this movie does indeed suck. What will I do if Robert is not an adequate Edward... What will I do if the romance is cooly tepid instead of fantestically on fire? Um... I have faith that I will be happy with this- maybe blindly so. But that's my ridiculous choice kiddies, and I embrace it. My sister (Hey Michelle, are you reading this as of late?) always calls me "a funny girl" almost like I'm her daughter (Sammi and I are totes going to be bff's one day) because I am silly and weird and crazy, like a child in some ways. But again, so what? Maybe it will suck and all of you will think less of my opinions on Sexy World Wide affairs... to those, I say, TOO BAD. I have spent a year living in the Happy Daze of the Twilight World and it's been blissfully distracting. This movie is just another way to distract myself. How many of you wish you had something that made you happy in crazy ways that don't destroy your kidneys... Aha! Well, I've got something that does that- it's ok to envy my insanity. I envy you for your normalcy sometimes.

So go ahead... You can laugh at me, as everyone has this week... You can tell me that Robert was wooden (ha stake, erection... ha ha ha) you can roll your eyes at the cheesy goodness of the "How long have you been 17?"ness of it all. I really don't care. Be a hater. Be a lover. Either way I will continue to lose myself in it and be happy. It's fine. Twilight is my drug of choice these days and Robert, the top shelf liquor if you will. It's ok to be Sexy and silly and enthusiastic. It's ok to be me. And it's surely ok to be Bobby P, these days.

Answer to Question of the Day:
What did I even ask yesterday?? Something about Sexy Shoes? I guess those would be my silver peep toe kitten heels. Wow what a horrible question? Here's a better one. Will Curt write even on blog this week? Only time will tell.

Question for tomorrow:
Did you hear that they are totes firing Deidre Hall and Drake Hogestyn from Days of Our Lives??? This is insanity and a direct attack against cheese-tastic Sexy Soap Stars. The revolution needs explanations. So what do you think??