I saw the Avengers. I made Jan and Vaughn take me after work one day because everyone else in the world had seen in (it was like 2 weeks after it opened). I sat and watched the beginning and kept bugging Jan (who hates action movies but might share a love of Chris with me, therefore, she came) that he wasn't on the screen. I was not just every once and a while during the movie but incessently and obnoxiously. Every two minutes "Jan, where is my boyfriend??" "Jan, I love him. Where is he?" "Jan, this movie is crap. I NEED some Thor." "Jan, there he IS! I loorve this movie! This is the beeeeeessssssssstttt movie I have ever SEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNN!"
Now, with the coming out of this movie, I perhaps maybe sort of kind of might have recorded on my DVR (heavens bless the DVR. How did we SURVIVE life without a DVR??!?) every single instance when he was TV. There might be a few still on there.....and I might have watched them multiple times. Don't you dare judge. I have very little in my life right at this moment.
Anyway. I could probably talk about him for the rest of my life, so I will instead let the pictures do the talking. He's so tall, so big, so Australian, has the deepest and sexiest voice, and did I mention that I love him?
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Hot.
I lover him.
Hot with any hair cut.
This is my pretend child with him. Too far? Too creepy? I think that I might need a boyfriend. Just saying that I am accepting applicants. I might be pathetic. I am ashamed. Not. I don't think shame is something I experience.
Seacrest, out!
