Warning! The following is a humorous text about the day the royal baby made his first public appearance. If you’re looking for REAL news, you might wanna check out the Guardian
About one week ago I went visiting my boyfriend at his place and found him staring at his laptop, catatonic, giving no sign of reaction. At first I thought he got Stendhal syndrome from his Titanic Desktop background, again, but then realised something epic and remarkable was about to happen.
Main Title: Royal couple and prince to appear any minute William and Kate were about to exit that very door with their newborn baby and CNN was documenting everything. What a special event! Thank God I caught it on time, I know I would have killed myself if I had missed it! Read More
One of my new year’s resolutions for 2013 was to develop a delusional unhealthy obsession for german actor and tv host Jochen Schropp.
I haven’t had a tv crush in a long time, and the moment I saw his deep brown eyes and his cheerful smile in the commercials of The X-Factor’s german version I knew deep down that he was the one.
I didn’t want to rush things, though. The plan was as follows: after the first episode I would have started fantasizing about him; around the 4th/5th episode a folder named Jochen Schropp I Love You would have suddenly appeared on my Desktop; by the semi-final (8th/9th episode) I would have started carrying a picture of him in my wallet, telling people he was my boyfriend; after the final episode I would have found a way to break in Jochen’s apartment and smell his dirty underwear.
If you know me personally you’re probably aware of my passion insane obsession for HBO show Girls.
It started slowly a couple of months ago: when my friend Simone introduced me to the pilot I got really engaged and could easily identify with the themes of the series. The main character Hannah, in particular, was clearly a more tattoed, less dressed up (not as in elegant, but as in naked) version of me. So I started doing normal fan stuff like quoting the show with my friends, searching information on the internet and asking to be called Hannah during intercourse.