Now I know I'm in trouble.

Yes. Look at that picture. LOOK at it! I felt the need to address this picture...

because it affected me on so many levels (and don't worry, I won't go too deep...that would just scare you...and me)

First. I will admit that I'm not a fan of cigarettes. Or of cigarette smoke. Don't like it at all. Don't like how it clings to my clothes when I'm out in a bar...don't like how it smells. BUT. That being said, what is it about Rob and a cigarette that fucking turns me to mush? Seriously...I feel like a snowman in summer. Wet, slushy, dripping...well, you get the point. One of the things I love about this picture is the quirky, Rob sense of humor. Holding a cig with plastic vampire fangs. And the look on his face. Sigh inducing. For sure.

But back to the cigarette. I fucking love the idea that Rob smokes. I mean, remember those pictures that came out when Rob was in Mexico? He was talking on his cell...smoking that damn cigarette....and looking fucking sexy as hell while doing it. All the pics with Rob and cigarettes have moved me in some way. Does it make him more human? A little bit flawed? I don't know.

I just know Rob smells like cigs...and would probably taste like cigs...

Shit.

I dated a guy who smoked like a chimney. He was incredibly sexy...and the fact that he tasted like an ashtray didn't bother me at all. I'm guessing I wouldn't have a problem with Rob...either.

Anyway. I feel like I need a cigarette now...no...I WANT a cigarette now.

And just in case you were wondering...I referenced cigarettes 12 times in this post.

How's THAT for obsessive?

Bye for now ♥