I love Olivia Wilde, and not because she managed to slog her way through that somewhat poorly-executed Marissa Experiments With Lesbianism storyline on The OC without visibility rolling her eyes on camera.
I love her because when she was interviewed about being ranked Number One on Maxim's Hot 100 List over the summer, she was kind of hilarious, noting that she was "honored to be considered warmer than the average taco," saying that she stays so hot thanks to "fourteen tablespoons cayenne pepper in [her] VERY HOT coffee each morning," and she used the word "thrice." Anyone who uses the word "thrice" is automatically noted as A Friend of GFY. And she certainly is very pretty. But let's talk about her dress. Does it make me want to running screaming out into the yard and set the squirrels on fire with rage? Absolutely not. In fact, I think I might like it. And it looks comfortable. You guys know how I feel about clothing in which I feel that I could comfortably eat an enchilada platter or two: VERY pro. But I woke up this morning and thought it was Friday, so who knows if I'm on the right track.
I love her because when she was interviewed about being ranked Number One on Maxim's Hot 100 List over the summer, she was kind of hilarious, noting that she was "honored to be considered warmer than the average taco," saying that she stays so hot thanks to "fourteen tablespoons cayenne pepper in [her] VERY HOT coffee each morning," and she used the word "thrice." Anyone who uses the word "thrice" is automatically noted as A Friend of GFY. And she certainly is very pretty. But let's talk about her dress. Does it make me want to running screaming out into the yard and set the squirrels on fire with rage? Absolutely not. In fact, I think I might like it. And it looks comfortable. You guys know how I feel about clothing in which I feel that I could comfortably eat an enchilada platter or two: VERY pro. But I woke up this morning and thought it was Friday, so who knows if I'm on the right track.
