as a nother wave of FANGIRL hits the EAST COAST, here in NOWHERE LAND!

i totally left out Joseph Gordon-Levitt's BADASS-ERY! maybe it was the withdrawal of the currie... donuts do not fill the void.

nor the cheese ravioli i remembered at four this morning…and before I get to his awesome ninja-no-gravity skills… i watched a NON-clean shaven creature fly in NYC on my TV, courtesy of my favorite sister in law, McLady-face…

THE MANNERISMS! oh, the humanity-the giggle induced suffocation of the lungs as Milo Ventimiglia tucks his hair behind his ears... almost as cute as the Ship of the Literati. almost but totally not as heart wrenching as the awkward kisses of the Bennet+Topher, becos let's face it, geeks are way more adorabler than the Bad Boy-ness-except for when it comes to Gary Oldman as a punk, excluding the plot of him being a junkie of course, or the when it comes to the scariness of the corrupted mind of Neil from Mysterious Skin. IN MY OPPINION, DARLING. in myyy opinioooonnnn!

BUT, THE STAIRS! but the lost-ness of my brain goop as Gordon-Levitt is tilted around the Shining Hallway of DOOOM! as he sends the silly rabbit...tricks are...for kids… into his Pardoxy-Fate, of being squished down a hotel neverending staircase, oh the corny, cracky lines i just want to laugh at with my friends, oh the FMK sessions surely to make me die of hyperactivity rushing through my skull...

Oh, Eames. You'd surely be my favorite of the Dreamteam if it weren't for the IckyDreamyMind Smushiness adorable face of the LovelyAlienJew. I WOULD NOT BE AFRAID to dream even BIGGER than a bazooka, Mr. Nolan. I'd love to share my imaginative soda-bo-bombs flying through my dreamscape. Projections would never know what hit them as SPRITE AFTER LIQUID GREEN GUMMY BEARS(Monster), AFTER PISS IN A CAN(Redbull) FELL . effing. sky.

that's right, Sir. i can take out as many Shades as i want as glass shards bounced off of sidewalks and into Mal's. left. eye socket before she could even THINK of popping a bullet into the lovely Cillian Murphy.

DHERR. cos i can read her mind, Mistah. and OF COURSE becos theres just the right amount of something that burns through ceilings in the cans to reach Mal before she's even off the rope to make her skin sizzle with burrrrn... and DHER! of COURSE everyone ELSE has forcefields, what the eff would they be doing WITHOUT them, you know?

anyway...*ahem* don't you just want to pinch that awkward cheek of Mr. Murphy's and SEE what would happen? i mean... i certainly do. BUT not for the hopes of his FACE imploding further, yo. nono, his face is spectacularly BEAUTIFUL, and if not for the Lovelyness of Gordon-Levitt, the fake crushness, shallow part of my heart would be all over his extra loveliness too. but im nothing if not loyal 3

A/N: im feeling like this is less followable, but it's not like i care. i just want to shaaaare. it's fun. it's enjoyable. it's spectacularly reasuring when someone understaaaands, even just the LOVELYNESS of which i speak...

PS you know I'd share MY cookies baked with love with YOU, darling. Alwaysalways. How bout some reviews for me? *Pouty McPout)