Dear LTT readers,
All I really want to do on this Monday is discuss the amazing Valentine’s Day gift we were given yesterday in the form of Eclipse stills and try to figure out whether THIS is the LEG HITCH or not:
But, alas, the images were all leaked and not supposed to be seen by the public yet even though everyone saw them (if you didn’t clearly you’re not on twitter or you have a life on the weekends) or will see them today when major media picks them up and posts them thinking they are ready to be seen and discussed and loved and oohed and aahed over. So for now, we can just stare at the image I pixelated off the images I have on my hard-drive for my own personal enjoyment (just like all of you who saw the images yesterday have!) and imagine the day when we’ll discuss in full detail the ‘is this or is this not the leg hitch’ question.
In the meantime, I have a few things on my mind. And I thought I’d just write them in mini letters:
Dear Dakota’s eyebrows,
You creep me the eff out like that German ice skater last night at the Olympics. On the other hand…
Dear Hot version of Dakota,
Where did little version of Dakota go? This creeps me out in… kinda a good way. Like I’m not sure what to think. I might wanna be a fake lesbian with you… I dunno.. jury is still out. You’re still that little girl with the mentally retarded dad to me sometimes. And then… sometimes you’re hot…. I’m gonna think on this.. And probably end up requesting a life partnership, but don’t quote me on it…Those eyebrows still creep me out
Did California have an earthquake I missed? That’s the only explanation I can come up with for that hair you wore to a Haiti fundraiser….
Let me guess, that’s your “Wild at Heart” study Bible and you are reading your favorite passage from Song of Solomon 7:7-8
Your stature is like that of the palm,
and your breasts like clusters of fruit. I said, “I will climb the palm tree;
I will take hold of its fruit.”
May your breasts be like the clusters of the vine,
the fragrance of your breath like apples,
What tunes do you have playing? The new Switchfoot?
You’re skinnier than Heidi Montag after 18 tummy tucks. Time to grill up some meat. Form them into patties. And stick them into little baggies. And then eat them.
Dear Kellan Lutz & Chase Crawford,
It’s obvious this is what went down at the Calvin Klein fashion show in NY: You saw you were supposed to sit next to each other. Calvin wants Chase next for the face err other body part of his underwear line. He hoped Kellan could encourage him and show him the ropes. But you guys gave each other “the look.” It was “the look” that said: “Yeah, Ashley did that thing to me too and I still can’t get it out of my mind, although the fact that I know she did it to you and at least 12 other guys in this room kinda freaks me out enough but not enough to not want to try to get her to do that thing again so let’s not talk or sit next to each other because we’re in competition, man.”
That’s what’s on my mind!
What’s on your mind!?
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