Hating on TL

Just did my morning reading (blogs, obvi) and found that one of my favourite celebloggers hates Taylor Lautner.

WHY? He's so hot, and if he wasn't 18, I may have stalked him to Vancouver during filming of the Twi movies. Sure, the acting isn't so hot, but aside from Brad Pitt, Hollywood hotties are way better with their mouths closed anyway. Major hearts for this one.

What to do today? The greatest part of my job is sleeping in, but then I do nothing all day long. I guess I COULD go for a swim, as I stepped on the scale yesterday and almost hung myself in the bathroom... this winter weight is killing my life. Florida in April, Mexico in June. Bikini bikini bikini. I refuse to be the DUFF. I think I just came up with my mantra to help me stop eating junk food and lazing around! Hurray!

Till next time.

Stop talking about Lost.

I need a chance to actually freaking WATCH it first! The overload of people loving on Lost is amazing, but I need to basically stay off the internet if I don't want to spoil it before I watch it.

On another note, I finally finished the season 4 finale of Dexter. WHAT?! I couldn't believe that ending. I cried. I wept, actually. And I don't even like that character that much! I don't think anyone really reads my blog yet, so I guess it's safe to write a bit about it. And hopefully anyone who cares has caught up by now...

Anyway, I digress. Had an unbelievable weekend in London visiting my old stompin' grounds (pretty sure my grandpa said that). Lots of friends and cocktails seemed to do wonders for my self-esteem... been doing too much Seth Cohen-esque wallowing in self-doubt.

My new years resolution should have been more self-centered. Rewrite: live my life for me.

Done.