I watched Stop-Loss the other night and am now crushing over this dude in a bad way. I'll get over it in a few (years) days, I always do...
Someone else that everyone (even people I'm sure I don't even know) know that I would marry in Vegas at the drop of the hat is Even Stevens himself, Mr LaBeouf. He's been lying low for a while (damn him!) ever since he, you know, got drunk, decided to give his co-star a ride home, smashed into someone else, totalled his truck and destroyed most of the bones in his left hand (oh come on, we've all done it...) but it seems the he has once again won the favours of the public, as he has just been voted the 4th best actor of the year (right after Will Smith, Robert Downey Jr and, erm, someone else). Which is great news. Here's hoping he goes out to celebrate with Billy Bob Thornton again, like last time, when he got blitzed and ended up getting arrested after refusing to leave a Walgreens. Honestly, there is nothing I do not like about that boy.
So this time next week, I will be here:
Sunny, sorry, freezing cold Prague, here I come for a jolly jaunt away from this recession bitten depressant of a country. Beer is a quid and it houses the Mucha museum. Oh, I wont ever want to leave.
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