That intense look in Rob's eyes... |
Not an awful lot except bullshit, misery and mayhem, from the usual noisy lot, down on Troll farm;
Rob hasn't been seen - where is he?
He's at a recording studios - doing an album?
He's at a birthday bash - doing some faceless blond chick?
He's at a function for the agency he works for drinking himself into a stupor
he's doing all three?
Yes it's play that game again because lets face it it's the only game the harpies, hyenas and downright nasties love to play. And here was i whistling the 'Scooby Doo where are you' song in my head, believing we needed covert operations from the Scooby gang to find out just were Ninja Rob has been hiding?!?
Snow White eat your heart out... |
Found some random Brit man - to take her mind off the one she is missing?
Smoozed and flaunted herself to Sam Claflin, or any other young actor who just so happens to take her fancy?
Drank herself into a stupor, redialling Rob's cell number repeatedly - while he was out partying all weekend long?
WASH.RINSE.REPEAT
Ah yes, the air is alive with the sound of bullshit. And none is more rampant than the spiteful ones, who just can't pass up an opportunity to push their 'theories' in everyone's faces.
We all know the score;
Rob and Kristen are masters at being all secretive and Ninja when they want to be...so...
Where is Rob?
Where is Kristen?
Heh...wouldn't you like to know? |
I despise all the hullabaloo that they get, when someone spots either of them and has to rag to the press, or worse, the press already know. There is only so much dodging the paps one can do, before you get bored not being able to just open the front door wherever you are and walk out.
But if anyone can do it with more of a success rate than a failure - Robert and Kristen do it to perfection.
As for the worry mongers, the drama lamas and the bat-shit crazy people; inflicting serious brain damage on themselves, worrying unnecessarily over nothing...chillax...seriously dudes!
Smiling because you are near me... |
Remember;
WASH.RINSE.REPEAT
Celebrity is determined on just how much you are willing to sell your privacy for. It's not about how good you are as a performer, or how many movies/albums/books you have made, recorded or written anymore. It's all about how many front covers of magazines you can outsell the likes of Kim Kardashian; a name that tends to annoy me, much like scraping your nails down a chalkboard.
Celebrity in the fact that if you can push your chest out in the most revealing of gowns, name drop practically anything, sell practically anything. Attend night clubs and club/bar/bistro openings, with more cleavage revealed. Fall in love then out again, break off and re announce engagements/weddings and births of children, you may or may not bring up yourself. Then somehow become devastated when the poor sod you married/engaged/hooked up with and broke up again - has been caught on cheating...i mean come on! There is more soap opera drama going on in Hollywood, than there is being made for Network Television!
Blissfully together - blissfully happy... |
So where are they now?
We know Kristen is working in the UK for SWATH, has she been there all the time, has she had time to nip in and out of the country, without being detected to say...the US? Has Rob flown into the UK under the radar, to be with Kristen - hence the mysterious absence of their lovely faces for...weeks?
A handful of tweets and alleged sightings, does not a truthful story make.
Oh and here is another thing i simply had to chuckle at over the weekend, some not so bright people actually went out to their local book-stores and started *gasp, wheeze, cough* hiding copies of *cackle, choke, snigger* Kristen's 'W' magazine cover and short interview *snort*
Oh dear...bitter foamy witches has a whole new meaning now doesn't it?
Black and white smouldering diva... |
While the haters roll around in their 'fat jeans' *a terminology used for when someone puts on a bit of weight - or a lot, depending on how much you have gained* covering your 'muffin tops' *that spare bit of excess fat that gathers around your middle from again, putting on a bit or a lot of weight* because let's face it, all that KFC and McDonald's with lashings of cream and pie for dessert, goes in through one hole but, can't get out the other...
Or they manage to destroy what self esteem they have left, by starving their bodies to the size of a stick insect. Whatever the reason; these people seem to go through their lives each day - hell bent on a mission. To rid the world of the one person that threatens their OCD Rob-obsessed world and psychosomatic views, about a 21 year old girl.
Kristen Stewart holds their sorry little lives in the palm of her tiny little hands; their very existence relies on not allowing the publishing of a magazine that shows this young beautiful woman, come of age - right before their very eyes. Or hide behind a deluge of denial, while wolfing down buckets of Rocky Road ice cream.
It's like a song by the legend that is Dame Shirley Bassey;
History...
Repeating...
And I've seen it before,
And I'll see it again.
Yes I've seen it before,
Just little bits of History Repeating
Take care
T.
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