Debutante

Yea, Pirates of the Caribbean was pretty forgettable. What’s not forgettable, though, is my future husband and father of my kids Orlando “Fucking Hot” Bloom.

Thanks to him, I managed to keep awake for the whole duration of the movie. Three hours aint no joke, man. The movie’s plot was all over the places and there was a big “what the fuck?!” bubble over my head most of the time.

Nevertheless my $10 admission was all worth it. Orlando Bloom can do no wrong.

NH had seen the movie last friday and has been telling people that the PotC kinda sucked.

“Yea? But my future husband is in that film,” I told him.

“Well, you better tell him to make better movies because he’ll be broke by the time you get married,” he said.

“Nah, it’s okay. We can survive with his good looks..”

All I need is rice. I don’t mind licking him off for breakfast.. for lunch.. for dinner..

Shiet, if Orlando Bloom’s food, I’d glaldly fat up myself with his goodness.

Every time he comes up in the movie, I can’t help but purr: “Oh my God. He is so fucking hot..” Well he is..

I used to have a poster of him on my wall, but we’ve moved way too many times I’ve lost it already.. Darn.

A couple of years back, I saw Kate Bosworth (his ex) in LA in one of the events I volunteered in. I wanted to go up to her and tell her to bugger off my man. Haha. *Evil laugh*

But since they’ve broken up.. and Orly’s a free man in the market once again.. maybe I could butt in already..

Yo, Orlando Bloom, marry me.