Post Your Crushes Thread 3.0

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niiiice. Still Prefer Daniel Radcliffe or Rupert Grint
 
*sits in his cell enjoying the steak omelet and buttered toast that was smuggled in by my network this morning*


MAAAAAAAD skills
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Whatever.
And you changed tenses mid sentence lol

How so?
English comp was a bit more than 6 yeas ago for me, and I don't exactly write novels for a living. I'm not seeing it. Other than that I actually originally intended to say "Sitting in my cell" but got distracted and didn't catch it in the spellcheck.
 
I'm gonna die. Literally. I get all confident and happy and I'm like, "I'm so gonna send this letter and then he'll reply and my life will be complete!". So I look up the fan-mail address, and I find that the address is in LONDON!!!! I have no clue why I didn't think about that! A US Forever stamp won't cover a letter all the way to London. You'd need about three. My mom would be really mad at me if I used three stamps on a single letter. I'd have to buy my own stamps, which I planned on doing anyway, but I have no clue when we'll go to a post office next. We have one less than five minutes away, but we always just send things from the mailbox, so we never go there. Gah! I'll have to ask if we can go there on the way to town or on the way back next time we go. But I don't know when that'll be.

And I'm like, "Okay, God is so trying to tell me something. This boy, that is seeming to be my missing puzzle piece just happens to pop up where there's no possible way I could miss him, he's the first celebrity that's ever been more than a celebrity to me, and I'm just supposed to ignore it? Naw." And so I'm still head over heels. That's why it's even more painful that it could take forever to send the stinkin' letter, and until eternity to get a reply. He'll have no clue what this letter says until he opens it, and when it's just another white envelope in a sea of others, he'd never have a clue. So now I'm just being a creepy stalker on his Twitter page. I can't let myself get obsessed, but I can't just pretend that I don't feel something either. Such a fine line.

So now I'll go on with life, tweeting him and hoping to get followed, waiting forever for a response through the mail and having sent a useless e-mail. Lol, me and what I call a "dramatic" life; isn't it just the highlight of your day?
 

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