That Old Black Magic...

"That old black magic

has me in its spell.

That old black magic

that you

weave so well.

Icy fingers

up and down

my spine.

The same old

witchcraft

when your eyes

meet mine.

I should stay away

but what

can I do?

I hear your name

and I'm aflame

Aflame with such

a burning desire.

That only

your kiss

can put out the fire."

So many things

to say.

But I am going

to just try

and focus on

these two pictures.

What is it

about Rob...

leaning against a wall...

with his leg bent...

hands at

his waist...

That is making me go

so FUCKING nuts?

Oh hell, who the

fuck am I trying to kid.

Any excuse to post

a picture of Robert...

and then proceed to drool

over some part of it.

I just want to

LOOK at him...

OK????

Is that so fucking wrong?

Is it?

Well...maybe just a little.

When it gets in the way

of my 'real' life...

And let me be the first to say

That I HATE when people

use the term real in quotations...

Because...no matter what is going on

in my god damn life...

Believe me.

It's fucking real.

Too real, maybe.

But...

As much as it pains me to admit this,

My feelings for Robert Pattinson...

are VERY real.

There is no denying that he has

some sort of control over me...

a type of voodoo black magic.

What is it about him...

that tells me that if

for some mysterious reason...

he knocked on my door...

and asked me to leave my life

(and yes...married...with kids)

I fucking would?

No questions asked?

Probably knocking my husband

out of the way...

trampling him

on my journey

to Robert?

Yeah...

That's the fucking REAL

in my life, folks.

There ya go.

For fucking reals.

Bye for now