(Kate and I have secrets facebook groups. One dedicated to Keanu Reeves' Hot Bod, and one dedicated to David Duchovny's Forearms. Not so secret now that I told, but whatever. We post pictures and talk in capslock and are very immature about it.) You see, I was going to do this blog post about an ~actor, but then I thought that that might not really be good, and I should try and hide my love for the menz. (Thus the secret facebook groups.) I'm not sure if hiding is necessary, but nevertheless. I try to present a noble front. But dead actors can't actually be objectified, right? Cause they're dead and they don't care? So this post is hereby dedicated to Gene Kelly, who makes my world go round. As my sister proudly declared, "Every school paper would be improved by a paragraph on Gene Kelly." Amen Kate, amen.
"I have found a new way to entertain myself. It's called men."
Being homeschooled make me feel like part of a secret and powerful anti-government cult. I mean, we file and do it all legally, but still. No one really knows what goes on in our homeschool community, do they?
Go the the link I am about to give you and listen to Poison Ivy. NOW.