Never done any of this before, so it's going to be really awkward. But somehow we'll make it through 8D

Well the only thing that I have (STILL) on my mind is Heath Ledger (come on, he's gorgeous. You can't forget about him) But doesn't this feel all surreal to you? Because it does to me. As if Heath Ledger is dead. And he killed himself. That can't happen. Not to pretty people. Beautiful people just don't die. Not on their own accord. They live on into their elder years and make us normal people envy their anti-age looks. We'll watch them in their 5-star movies, their rehab sessions, their breakdowns and breakthroughs. But they don't die. The gorgeous are immortal. Every time I see it on the news or Entertainment Tonight about how they're 'looking into the untimely death of Heath Ledger' I blow it off as if it's some publicity stunt or some movie their advertising. Extreme denial right?

But I don't want to give up that idea that one day, when I'm older and more womanly, that while walking down a city street, phone in hand talking to my equally successful business partner and sexy dress and jacket with adorable kitten heels, I would stumble across the man I fell in love with in 10 Things I Hate About You, A Knight's Tale, The Brothers Grimm. We would have some awkward encounter where my papers go flying and he chases them in the wind, long locks of golden brown flowing behind him, glinting off the sun like little pieces of heaven. He would hand the captured files to me, slightly brushing my fingers. We would then go out for an innocent cup of coffee, which turned into a media frenzy. That's when he asks me to go to his new movie premiere that night, before dodging the hungry reporters.

I would play hard to get, but in the end, I would show up in my favourite black cocktail dress with strappy Jimmy Choos. He would realize that the flaking celebrity relationship was too much for him, and I would be perfect. I would be the Baby Bear porridge to his Goldilocks (He could spoon me anytime he wanted to). Being the gentleman that he is we wouldn't rush anything. We would date for a year, getting accustomed to both of our hectic lives, before he would propose.

Like who in their right mind would give that up. He's an Australian god. They don't die. Not him. Denial is good.