Imaginary Boyfriend Thursday... As Classic As A Chanel Suit Edition

Ah... Clooney.  Cloon.  Georgie.

I'm the only one allowed to call him 'Georgie'.  I mean... I guess if you're curious to find out what it's like to get punched in the teeth, you can call him 'Georgie' too.

Okay... that got kind of dark.

Clooney is classic.

Clooney is timeless.

Clooney is a Brooks Brothers tuxedo and a glass of scotch.

But he's also a laugh so hard your stomach hurts and a madcap night that ends with you in the drunk tank.

And that is why Clooney is pretty much my Imaginary Boyfriend For Life.

The Best Thing That Happened At The Grammy's...

... happened at the BAFTAs.

Source.  Why don't gifs ever work on here? Click on the image if it isn't  moving... it's worth it.

Oh, Mr. Darcy.

A Shameful Secret Relating to the Super Bowl

Today I googled 'Gisele Tom Brady Super Bowl losers' to find these photos:

Source.

Because (not so) secretly, deep down inside, I love to see beautiful (on the outside) people get humbled by the universe.

I am absolutely aware that this is one of my worst traits. So this is me (semi) apologizing to the universe for it.