A Guy Called Gubler

This is the second part in a series of blog posts on my sad, sad obsession with *yet another*  celebrity, Matthew Gray Gubler. Part one is HERE


I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate this. Why do I "fall" for celebrities so often?! I admit, its better than being crazy about a "real life" person. Still. It sucks.

The worst part of a celeb-related crush, IMO is when you find similarities b/w yourself and the said person. That's when the actual obsession starts. Watching a TV show is one thing - thinking of someone all the time, imagining impossible situations wherein you might 'accidentally' run into a well, a bona fide celebrity - that's what makes you suffer.

And yes. Right now I am suffering. Real bad. Like real pain - bad. Take a few minutes off your busy schedules. Bother checking out this LINK

Done?

Does it sound familiar?

Did you just say no? Hmm. Let me help - I'll just post a few of his answers:

I guess three steps above looking homeless. I don't own many new clothes.

...one teal argyle

There would be a museum involved. In New York. Hopefully in the Fall because I love the Fall. It would also involve a dried leaves fight, hot apple cider and a pumpkin patch.

Also it would be horrible if it was somewhere loud, and she was trying to get me to dance to R&B music slowly with a crazy look in her eyes.


My favourite living director would be Wes Anderson, I think he is pretty great. A dead one would be Alfred Hitchcock, he made so many incredible films. I also love Roman Polanski, the Coen brothers... I like every single film, it is so hard to make a movie so I have a lot of respect for anyone who makes something that is watchable!


A dream come true. I got to be his real intern for school credit. And I still can't believe I was in one of his movies. I was watching The Royal Tenenbaums the other day and suddenly thought "I can't believe I was in a Wes Anderson movie!" There's nobody like him. It gave me a bizarre first impression about being an actor. He does many things unconventionally. It is the exact opposite of working on a TV show. He is a very measured and precise director who tries to make perfection.

You know what, I can't copy-paste things anymore. He fcking looks like Johnny Depp these days!
http://yfrog.com/edrmlfj

I'm suffering.





 I'm gonna go eat cake.

A welcome note and an angry ode

I know...it seems as though I'm the only one here who knows how to type :-|

Anyway, ladies and gentledoodles, please put your hands together for the Famed Loser, Ax.

Hoping you are a better member that some donkeys I can name :rolling eyes:


That being said, I want to share a poem with y'all. I'm not proud of it. And I don't think its good. Ususally when I write a poem, I try to poet myself in the shoes of the person I'm writing about. I try to decode/morph my feelings. This time its real. Its not a beautiful poem. But its something I think I should always remember.

The Red Umbrella

I had a red umbrella
and what did I do?
I bought some black paint
And covered it for you

The next day was wicked
As cold as could be
The wind attacked my umbrella                                   (sooooo unimaginative)
And snatched it from me

In that sea of black ones
Mine was nowhere to be found
I held back my tears
I didn't make a sound

Thought you would come help me
Show that you care
But you just stood there and laughed
With that cold, icy stare

I asked you what happened
Did I do something wrong?
I saw you pick up an umbrella
Next moment you were gone.

(dedicated wholeheartedly to SHITHEAD. Hope your life sucks, manbitch!)

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