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Guys, I am pretty much obsessed with Charli XCX at this point.  Yes, I am aware pretty much obsessed is an inherent contradiction, it’s like being kinda pregnant, you can’t be, you are or you are not.  But she has me discombobulated. As I am prone to do in these times I am of course over thinking things as I try to put my finger on just what it is about her that is so appealing.  It’s really hard to define sometimes.  I mean, sometimes it’s obvious but sometimes something about a girl.. just clicks.  I think it might be her confidence.  Or maybe self assurance is the word.  It’s interesting.  She has like… the experience of someone who has worked for years but doesn’t really have the baggage or reality altering experience of child stardom like other people her age have who have been performing as long as her.  So she has the confidence of someone who knows their shit but also the humility of someone who readily admits she is still searching and learning.  It’s a charming combination.  It also helps that she is massively talented.  Sometimes I do find myself wondering why she isn’t massively more famous given a bunch of songs people have loved over the past couple of years basically are her fault.  Maybe that’s part of it, too.  Or maybe I have no clue and am babbling.  She is just amazingly interesting to me though and I can’t seem to stop thinking about her.  I hope no one minds especially cause she’s going to be on SNL this week so don’t be stunned if you see her again soon.  Today I want to fuck Charli XCX.

So last night was the actual television broadcast of the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show and I didn’t really watch but it did for some reason fill me with the urge to try and find pictures of Candice Swanepoel looking adorable.  It wasn’t that hard even if it isn’t the look Victoria’s Secret tends to promote for her.  I always feel like models often don’t get to be called cute ever.  Which kind of makes sense because I think the brain slides right past that when someone is posing in their underwear and putting on their sexy face and stuff.  It feels like a shame though.  I mean, obviously I am sure it is keeping the models up at night, if only strangers on the internet would talk about them being cute!  Being the hero I am, I am here to fix that today.  Finally!  I think she is quite adorable and today I want to fuck Candice Swanepoel.

With Christmas approaching we are running into a silly thing I have always had a weakness for.  This is girls wearing some combination of crushed velvet, red, and white fur trim.  You know, sexy Christmas outfits.  I am sure this says a lot about me that is no doubt deeply embarrassing but I am going to choose not to self examine too much there.  I just always like it.  So here is Ariana Grande who has appeared on a few of the various Radio Station Christmas things recently.  You know the type, your local station at least used to have one.  The Jingle Ball.  The Holiday Nut Cracker.  The whatever.  It almost always makes a reference to something Christmas related but ends up not naming Christmas because… they want to be more inclusive?  Who knows, there is still a lot of Christmas theme.  Anyway, Ariana Grande has looked nice and hasn’t quite reached exactly what i want this year, which is, let’s be honest, basically a Santa Suit of some sort cut for a girl.  But she’s getting there.  So today I want to fuck Ariana Grande.

There are actually lots of things I could write about St Vincent to start this post off.  Especially because over the past 2.5 years I have been doing this blog there have been a handful of times I almost posted her.  Almost.  Sometimes that happens.  Some people are harder to find pictures of I like.  In my search for something post worthy I get frustrated and even a little annoyed with them, how dare they not make my life easier by like… emailing me pictures?  Anyway, there have been multiple times I have thought about it so there are things I could say but… none of it really would be the reason she’s posted today.  Today she is posted because my dear friend whole-lies-and-half-smiles became obsessed with her like… a month and a half ago?  I dunno, at some point in time.  She does that, I get it, the same thing happens to me.  Probably to all of us who are inclined to suddenly decide celebrity X is the hottest person on the planet.  Anyway, as a result about 90% of her posts seem to be pictures of Annie Clark.  If I was smart I would save them as they pop up but I don’t.  Anyway, that’s the real reason St. Vincent is here today (and I still haven’t decided what name to use at this point, it’s so stupid but like, St. Vincent feels strange but it is definitely how she’s better known, right?  Only a few sentences left, I better decide!)  Clearly I have been worn down by the assault of images.  To the point that I had a dream about her last night.  And it’s like, ok, I give in, your music is great, you’re pretty, you have agents on tumblr doing nothing but putting pictures of you on my dash.  You win.  Today I want to fuck St. Vincent.

Nicki Minaj was on SNL last night and thus Nicki Minaj is on my blog this morning.  Because I find her very attractive.  And she was quite entertaining last night.  Thus.. she’s here.  Tada!  I don’t know what else to say, I think she is extremely hot and there are a few of you who agree with me so today I want to fuck Nicki Minaj.

Here is Alexis Ren cause… um, cause she’s really hot guys.  Really hot.  I am almost not sure what else to say because you either know who she is or you don’t.  She’s a model who has long had a tumblr presence and has a  pretty large following as far as models on tumblr go.  But I bet most people don’t know who she is.  Which isn’t stunning.  Maybe you will one day?  She’s only 18 and she’s been a model for years so… big things in her future?  I have no idea, I almost feel like I have nothing worthwhile to type here.  My computer agrees cause it has started lagging.  Or you know, some joke about it over heating because she is hot.  I mean, she’s definitely hot.  Today I want to fuck Alexis Ren.

Something I meditate on often here, well, meditate perhaps assigns too much importance and thought, we’ll say ramble until I get bored and then abruptly stop, but one of those things is the drastic image change of Taylor Swift.  Drastic yet organic feeling.  And I wonder how and why.  Not because I distrust it or I dislike her, I happen to like her a good bit, I happen to have seen in myself a change in opinion about her, but it is interesting.  Thoughts pop up like authenticity or a certain honesty but I can’t know if those are real.  Celebrities are in many ways the known unknown.  Or… like a Picasso painting in real life.  We see them from thousands of angles, from more angles than is natural but it’s only the parts the artist wants us to see.  What we see is not a person, it’s an image constructed of multiple pieces the artist has given us.  An image that resembles the form of something real but is not.  I mean, I don’t really know Taylor Swift.  We don’t really know the people closest to us, most of us struggle with knowing ourselves, we sure as fuck don’t know Taylor Swift.  I think part of the appeal of Taylor Swift though is she seems sincere, we feel like we know her.  This is of course because of the power of the written word.  Even when sung to us.  She is a writer and writers can create universes vast and infinite with just a few words.  What we feel like she has shared with us is a peek into her soul.  Even if not autobiographical we have to feel like it emotionally authentic.  Of course, writers can be full of shit, they are creators and we make the mistake thinking they speak of themselves when they are not.  I don’t really have a point here.  I had other points that led nowhere (like how we are surprised when a woman writes her own songs, like a penis is an important part of song writing) but there is no reason to go there since they lead nowhere.  This all lead nowhere.  Taylor Swift is an enigma to me.  I am fully charmed by what she reveals of herself even as I know it might be false.  Or partial.  Or… nothing.  I guess what I am saying is this is what I think about when a woman wears lingerie on a stage and starts to think, I start to wonder how much of life we can see and understand and question the nature of existence and identity.  Because I’m a huge perv, it’s just who I am.  Today I want to fuck Taylor Swift.

Here is Charli XCX for people because people need more Charli XCX.  I know this as medical fact cause I have posted her quite a few times now and everytime I do someone comments that they had never heard of her before.  So clearly you need more of her in your life because you didn’t even know she was in it.  You’re welcome by the way.  She played some Tumblr IRL thing yesterday and looked pretty damn good so that’s really the real reason she’s here.  I am pretty attracted to her.  Today I want to fuck Charli XCX

It was honestly a tough decision as to who to post today cause obviously the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show happened yesterday (I mean, obviously, everyone knows, right?) and it meant there were a lot of people competing for attention.  It was tough enough I dithered some.  Cause like… I was afraid of picking the wrong person?  One day the internet police are going to bust down the door and tell me the blog is over, I didn’t really pick the person my heart knew I should pick.  Well, not so much that as almost like, I am afraid of slighting someone.  Like Taylor Swift is going to be sobbing on the plane back to the states tonight because she tried so hard and I ignored her.  Which some could say is sweet of me to be that concerned but is built upon and inherent self-centeredness where I really deeply and truly believe what I do is something other people care about.  A lot. Which when you think about it is pretty obvious if you think about what this blog is and the fact that i started it.  One day I sat down and was like, “Ok, the world needs to know this shit, I can let the people suffer no longer!"  So her I am world, again bestowing drops of wisdom on you yet again and telling you I have decided Candice Swanepoel won the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show.  Not only did she look great on stage and at the after party but also in all the lead up stuff.  This is easy because she’s pretty.  They’re all pretty (and in example 7,342 of the internet being a bag full of dicks there was nowhere I went last night and today for pictures that didn’t have people explaining which model was getting fat/aging poorly/was ugly and so on.  Every single model had someone saying so.  And really, if you see beautiful women on stage and your impulse is to go online and explain why they are fat and worthless or old and worn out someone should kick you in the nuts until that urge passes.  Or the clit.  Whatever, we’ll be all inclusive here).  They all looked good but I like Candice Swanepoel best and I really kind of like the golden angel wings.  That’s strange right?  I don’t mean in like a sexual way.  I just think they’re pretty.  I’d be ok with angel wings becoming a new fashion staple.  Sure it would make revolving doors a bitch but sometimes we have to suffer for fashion.  Today I want to fuck Candice Swanepoel.

I am still enough under the weather that I don’t really feel like writing a lot here.  I am tired and cranky and don’t feel like explaining myself.  So I won’t.  I feel like just looking at Emily Ratajkowski should be explanation enough.  She’s very hot and today I want to fuck Emily Ratajkowski.