Tag: Singer

When Avril Lavigne broke I was working in a record store part time at nights and I was kind of ashamed of finding her attractive because she was basically packaged artifice of a sub culture I had grown up in.  But she was hot.  And I liked Complicated.  Ok, well not the whole song but the chorus, the chorus is pretty fucking fantastic.  It just is.  I mean it’s not punk but… no wait, we aren’t going down that road.  The thing is it is silly to be ashamed of being attracted of someone, I’m older and I know that. Not that I think of her like ever anymore but she popped in my head and it was a reminder that even though I am not even sure if anyone cares about her anymore… yeah she’s attractive.  So, you know.. I guess what I am saying is today I want to fuck Avril Lavigne.

Last night was New Girl Tuesday which increasingly seems to lead to Zooey Deschanel Wednesdays.  I like Zooey a lot, she appeals to me on a few levels.  I mean, first I do tend to like the art she produces.  Second She is very pretty.  Third, I really like her personality.  I am not talking the Manic Pixie Dream Girl thing (which always seems like a strange accusation, New Girl does a lot to address that quirky isn’t always great in an adult situation but also 500 Days of Summer was stellar at showing what happens if you view a woman as a solution instead of a person).  I like that she tends to be positive and upbeat and I am not entirely sure why that is so mockable in some circles.  Well, ok, I know but it’s not really worth getting into. I like her.  I think she’s awesome, I think she’s fun, I think she is adorable and I think she is very pretty.  So today I want to fuck Zooey Deschanel.

I was asked, some time ago now, by one of my favorite followers why I had never posted Beyonce.  The truth was that I just am not that big a Beyonce fan.  I was working part time in a record store when Destiny’s Child became a big deal and it wasn’t for me, though I was a big fan of telling people they were indeed not ready for this jelly (I am very bootylicious).  I mean, I get that she is pretty but sometimes people just don’t make you feel that thing you need to feel.  That was her for me.  Anyway, the Superbowl was yesterday and besides sitting around disappointed when Bane made us wait like 40 minutes and never showed up, Beyonce played the halftime show.  The thing is, I am still human, I get how pretty she is.  I am not here to critique the halftime show but she looked very, very good.  Very good.  Good enough that I am still thinking about it.  So there you go, now she’s here and I will say that today I want to fuck Beyonce Knowles.

Wow, it’s Zooey Deschanel everybody!  And it isn’t even the day after New Girl aired.  I think that might be a first.  I mean, I could find out but.. come on, let’s be real, I don’t care that fucking much.  I like Zooey a lot and will quite frankly fight anyone who wants to challenge me on it.  That’s really confrontational but she still gets a lot of hate around the internet form the sort of people who call themselves snarky while sitting around in their underwear randomly declaring other message board posters not edgy enough for the internet.  Ok… that was snarky and kind of douchy but I really don’t get why there are people who go out of their way to complain about her because here is the thing, Zooey Deschanel has never just shown up at my house and started being quirky and refused to leave.  God I wish she had but she hasn’t.  This is a lot of rambling for me to not actually ever form a coherant point beyond “She’s awesome”.  But she is awesome.  And Pretty!  And I am really still trying to get the hang of the new way of sorting my pictures in a post. Anyway, today I want to fuck Zooey Deschanel.

So Taylor Swift is here for like… I think her third time?  I don’t know, a lot of times given my claims that I don’t really find her attractive.  But here she is.  It totally is not my fault, the world is conspiring against me in this case.  She has seriously come up like 300 times in my life in the past few days and only a couple of those times were my fault.  Like, elderly relatives brought her up.  Why?  I have like zero clue.  I seriously got up this morning to a text from a friend that was just a picture of her in her dress from the people’s choice awards.  Not a single bit of text with it, when I texted back asking why I got a picture of Taylor Swift I got no response.  So I’m onto you all, I Know what you’re up to.  I tried to fight it yesterday, luckily Jennifer Lawrence was there to tempt me away.  Well, today it just isn’t working so I get it, you win ok?  That’s right world, you win, today I want to fuck Taylor Swift.

It’s almost the new year, I hope everyone had a good 2012 and I wish you all a great 2013.  I could say something clever but fuck I am tired and I am readily admitting I am closing out 2012 in a very uncreative fashion.  I can’t help it, I want what I want sometimes… Yeah so… Katy Perry again. She has shown up here a ton.  The reason is simple, I find her really attractive.  I am not sure what about her clicks for me, I mean yes she has the boobs and the rest of the body and dark hair with light eyes is always a striking combination.  I also like her cartoonish sense of style.  I don’t know what else to say though, there is no deep insight I can provide other than I am very attracted to her and today I am very attracted to her so thus today I want to fuck Katy Perry.

Simply put, Katy Perry is here because I had a dream about her (It was a whole thing, she was singing Needing/Getting and when she hit the chorus it was the voice of the guy from OK Go, it was strange).  When you dream about someone they tend to be on your thoughts that day, it’s hard not to think of them, especially if you try not to.  At least I don’t have to look her in the eye and wonder if she knows.  Anyway, short and sweet, for today at least Katy Perry is the girl of my dreams.  Today, I want to fuck Katy Perry.

Full disclosure, I was going to post Zooey yesterday when I got distracted by Candice Swanepoel pictures.  This happens sometimes, I sit down to write an entry and by the time I get back up I have posted someone different than I thought I would sitting down.  I don’t really feel bad about that because I doubt she cares and she wouldn’t know anyway.  Actually, I will take that back, I am certain she doesn’t care.  She still wouldn’t know though.  Either way, it was not a judgement of Zooey, it was just a judgement on the alphabet, which is a total bitch  and strict and C comes before Z and it means I have to scroll past my Candice Swanepoel folder.  And well, we can blame modern computing as well, what with the little preview images peeking out of the folder to tempt me into some sort of bikini honey trap.  Again, not a judgement on Zooey or anyone really.  Well except maybe her parents, if her name had been Anne this never would have happened.  But that would have been a much more boring name so I forgive them.  Anyway, Zooey is great, I find her amusing, charming, and gorgeous.  Some of you may not but that’s ok, it’s not your blog.  It’s mine and today I want to fuck Zooey Deschanel.

When people reblog Pixie Lott the most common thing people add to it is, and I am paraphrasing here but this is the gist, “UNF those legs”. I understand that sentiment because she has pretty great legs.  So of course I chose mostly pictures where you can’t see her legs.  I am just that person I guess.  I do happen to enjoy her face, particularly her smile, she looks cheerful and happy and honestly that’s attractive. The real thing is though is I have a friend who likes he a lot, or I think likes her a lot, certainly she brings up Pixie Lott a fair bit.  So Pixie Lott is pretty an makes me think about my friend, which is great because friends are great.  Holy shit am I rambling but at least for once I posted a british celebrity without going into how I decidedly have a thing for British women.  Except I just brought it up, because my thing for British women that I clearly have means I can’t not talk about it.  So yay smiles. Yay Legs.  Yay Blonde British Girls.  Yay friends.  Yay Pixie Lott.  Today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.

I am, if nothing else, impressed by the endless stream of new songs Lana Del Rey keeps pumping out, it’s an impressive rate and even if you hate her for some imagined slight to your indie cred you have to kind of respect the machine that seems to keep her running with perpetual new content and appearances, this is a flame that could have burned out very quickly a very long time ago in pop culture terms.  Not that she has quite the heat she did a year ago but then again she hasn’t been on Saturday Night Live spinning around recently.  I am on the record saying I like a couple of her songs, dislike one or two, and find a lot of it just kind of uninspiring.  This isn’t really that damning, I described a lot of pop music to be honest, the album as an art form is arguable as a thing in any genre but has hardly been the yield of top 40 radio over the year (I mean I fucking LOVE Off the Wall but they aren’t all gold and it is a collection of songs, not a personal statement, unless that personal statement is “I can make better singles than you”).  Anyway, Lana is someone I seem to need to be in a certain mood for, a lot of the time I just don’t care, it isn’t that she isn’t pretty, she is pretty, it is that she evokes little passion in me.  Then some days I realize she is very attractive in a somewhat unique way.  Today is one of those days.  Today I want to fuck Lana Del Rey.