Some Things Just Aren't Right

Long time readers know of my Orlando Bloom obsession. New readers will be dismayed to know that I have one. Yes, well, I never claimed to be normal. And when Orlando put on a blond wig and pranced through the Rohan countryside, I just couldn't get enough of him. Do I need to remind you that I have a Legolas cut-out in my closet? He freaked the kids out at night so I had to put him away.

I hadn't blog-indulged my obsession recently because well, it seemed like Orlando had a couple flops and was out of the spotlight. He's come back into it in a horrible way and I want to throw up. It's his love life, people. He needs an intervention and I'm going to give him one.

Orlando, Jennifer Aniston is not the woman for you. . She strikes me as self-involved and messed up and rather dull. She is simply not good enough for you. He needs to run, run like the wind! He also needs to shave his weird facial hair and by the looks of it, take a bath, but I digress. Of paramount importance, Orlando Bloom must not, ever, end up with Jennifer Aniston.

There, I feel better.