So, I havebooked my flights for New York(yay!) and I am pretty excited. Despite the fact that I am a giant re-tard andam flying out ONE DAY before Halloween (Halloween in America! How fucking stupid can Iget?!) and ONE WEEK before my birthday (seriously, just slap me next time yousee me, maybe it’ll get some sense into me) I am still totally amped about thistrip.
Even thoughI am a giant ning-nong. Did I mention I was an idiot?
Every dayanother special NYC-related thing occurs and it makes me happy. On Sunday, itwas watching ‘Friends with Benefits’ in which Mila Kunis’ headhunter character attemptsto ‘sell’ the city to Justin Timberlake. As if it needs selling, I know. Itmade me all jumpy and I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin withanticipatory tingles.
At workyesterday, it wasn’t so much NYC itself which had me excited but the lovelypeople in my life. I work in a childcare centre and when I told some of theparents I’m a bit closer to about my trip they were so enthusiastic and sweetthat they promised to make sure to book me for a few babysitting jobsbeforehand so that I could have some spare cash to spend. I mean...sweet, right?!
AND THENtoday this happened (well, technically over the weekend, but I saw the videotoday):
I MEAN.JESUS. RYAN GOSLING SAVES LIVES!!! HE HOLDS BABIES. HE HAS A DOG WITH A MOHAWK.HE LOVES HIS MUM. HE CAN BALLROOM DANCE. HE SAVES LIVES IN NYC. HE IS GODDAMN FUCKING PERFECT.
Scuse thelanguage but I can’t control my animalistic reactions to this creature.
Clearly, Ineed to do something crazy in New York so that my man can come save me. Then, quicksmart, I need to handcuff him to me, ‘lose’ the key and lock that ass down.Make shit legal. Know what I’m saying? Yes man.
