Well, I hope you all had a soothing weekend. You’ll need that cache of calmness because we are starting off the week with the super-creepy, soulless alien reptile and mega superstar who doesn’t write her own songs, Rihanna. I don’t know what it is about this chick, but she gives me both the heebies AND the jeebies. You know what, forget that. I know EXACTLY what it is. Just LOOK at her.
Gah!! Sorry, wrong photo………….
Uhhhhhhhhhhh *shudder*……. She fills me with dread. She’s like a fucking Dementor. Those eyes, they’re so……..flat and dead and reptilian. Maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh. It’s not her fault she was born this way.
But she scares the crap out of me!
And it’s not just when she’s being serious, either. This is not some kind of purposeful affect – she really is a cold-blooded reptile. So cold, in fact, that I believe she has liquid nitrogen for blood, which makes her good for building lasers and getting coffee out of vending machines, but seems to do nothing for her song-writing talent. Check out the dead-eyed smile:
I don’t know if what I’m looking at is hollow and dead or ready to take my hand off, but it is DEFINITELY one or the other. Maybe if I just….tap her on the cheek………*tap tap*……..GAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!
Well, now we know. Consider yourselves warned. Too bad Steve Irwin isn’t around to wrangle this girl…
You know he’d love to get his hands on-
What, too soon? Yeah, ok, sorry.