I don't know why I was thinking about the celebrity crushes I have had in my lifetime today. Okay, yes I do. I was driving to work and listening to Queens of the Stone Age. I had the biggest crush on Josh Homme for a good year after Lullabies to Paralyze came out. Now, I listen to his lyrics, "I know you're dying to be free, so kill yourself," and I think he is a bit insensitive. And doesn't have a whole lot of eyelids.
Its amazing how my tastes change. It really makes me feel like I am schizophrenic with my choices.
My first celebrity crush was very unlikely. I was five or six years old. Every Sunday, while my family was watching M*A*S*H and ignoring me, I would play dress up with my mom's clothes. Dressed with my mom's slip pooling around my feet, which were swimming in light pink heels, a fur drapped around my neck, I had makeup just dripping off my face. My brother, who is four years older than me, started making fun of me. Brutally. I said, "Shut up, I am getting ready for my date with Webster." That's right. My first ever crush was on the little guy who played Webster on the TV series.
I don't think I have ever recovered.
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