Chasing chimeras

I'm in love. Deeply and terribly and I shall no longer deny such feelings.

Lucky for me, the object of such affections is fictitious and therefore won't become a problem. (Fictional people are much easier to get rid of once you tire of them... wow, I kinda sound like a bitch. Another reason fictional crushes are the best kind, I suppose.)

I feel like I should be more ashamed of this but I'm going to say it anyway. I watch Gossip Girl and am in love with Blair Waldorf (and so, to a lesser degree, Leighton Meester, the actress who plays her.) Everyone else on the show can die in a horrible accident (Please!) and I would be perfectly happy. So long as Blair is on screen. I tend to wander off and get a cup of tea when other characters are around. But Blair has such gorgeous hair! And clothes! And she's damaged and bitchy. That is my favourite kind of TV girl!

And so since it's almost three in the morning and I can't sleep I'm going to picspam.

( Blaaaaaaair (Or, really, Leeeeeeiiiiighton) )

Doesn't hurt the obsession at all that she looks like a mini-Eliza Dushku, which is kind of fitting since my last fictional girl-crush to this degree was probably Faith from Buffy... Also, looking like Eliza means I want to make Leighton Marietta-spawn and already have plans that involve murder and lesbianism...

Some people use their livejournals to write down important and meaningful things. I am not one of these people.

The Alexander McQueen show in Paris was unsurprisingly dramatic. So much so that some pieces simply must be labeled as 'art' and given appropriate titles

( McQueen - watched The Birds one too many times )

The hair was awful.