Some people, wanna use the "S" word. I ain't stalking no Gwyneth Paltrow. Ridiculous. I come up on her, she gives me the "raised eyebrow," and I'm done. Melted, or exploded, or... just lost. I'm so in love with Gwyneth, just looking at her makes my whole body tingle. Girls I encounter that look like her, slay me.
Stalker my ass. I'm gonna love her from way the fuck over here, where it is safe. Where neither heads nor hearts explode. Where she need not fear me for my fear of her reigns supreme. Yeah, I'm afraid of her. I'm wrapped around her simulated finger. Her real finger would erase me.
I love her.
Too much - way too much - but I'll leave the stalking to the clowns. If you don't mind...