It's official, I have a crush. It's not on anyone in particular, just Benedict Cumberbatch.
As some people know, I tend to get crushes on people that are like, 15 years older than me and British.
The British part isn't a problem. It's the age gap. I've had issues with age gaps since I could develop crushes. Men my age don't thrill me. Possibly because they're still boys, not men.
Unf. He's just too good looking.
And he's single. This is of course an upgrade from other actors that are happily married and have like, five or six or eight children.
That's him. Me-OW.
I don't know what to do with myself. I'm not feeling well today, therefore sitting on my butt and watching The Little Mosque on Hulu. Eventually I will change to something on DVD like the River or download Third Star.
Third Star is a Benedict Cumberbatch movie, it's one of the saddest things I've ever seen. It starts out sad and doesn't get any better.
Dammit, Mr. Cumberbatch, don't distract me. Freaking move-y picture.
My life is wasted in front of my computer screen. Look at all those faces, awwwwww.
I'm not a freaking fangirl, I promise.
Someone get me a bagel.
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