Lost in Thoughts of Colin Firth

It’s my phone

It’s a computer I use for work

It’s the notebook I write in

Calculator

Camera

Flashlight

Music

Shopping

I read books on it

It answers life’s toughest questions, like “What is quinoa?”

It is my navigator.

Now if I get lost, it is in a book or in my thoughts. Sometimes I lose hope, but that is usually fleeting. I thank my phone for that as well, because I have my screen saver.

Colin Firth is the savior of my phone’s screen. My phone’s screen hero! How can I not love him? My last hope for huMANity lies in him.

Colin Firth and I have a long-standing, (one-sided, imaginary) relationship. This obsession of ours (mine) dates back to the 1995 television version of “Pride and Prejudice”. He solidified his place in my heart in the 2001 film “Bridget Jones’s Diary.” 2001 was a shitty year for me, and for many others. That film was such a nice distraction.

I do realize, and respect that he’s happily married and that even if he were single and on the prowl, the odds that I’d garner his notice in an empty room are slim to none. Nevertheless, a girl (OKAY I’m no longer a girl,) has got to have dreams, right?

This next paragraph is just for Colin if he happens upon my blog. Privacy, please!

Colin, you’ve saved my phone’s screen. Can you save me too? I’ve disconnected my landline, so when the time comes, please call my cell.

Thanks to photoshop, I have chronicled our tempestuous (if imaginary) love affair. Feast your eyes on what true love should look like.

XOXO

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I don’t know where this last one came from.
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