This is the tale of my babysitting adventures... Which was like a horror movie but without the spooky calls from inside the house, creepy-looking kids, or toys trying to kill us... The horror part of it comes from my little pony lectures, my can-drive-people-crazy ramblings on Tyler Hoechlin, and me being a dreadful babysitter... I'm actually a horrible person in general; I don't know why people keep trusting me with their kid...
You would think with Tyler Hoechlin being my celebrity crush and current obsession, that my YouTube history will be filled with Tyler stuff; interviews, clips from his movies, random "Tyler is hot" videos from his fans, etc...
It isn't... Yeah... I'm a weird obsessive fan...
The kind who says she's crazy about her celebrity crush... and can't stop thinking about him... but spends her time reading a book instead... I do love to read; it was what got me through my childhood...
I don't even have his face as my phone or computer wallpaper...
Hey... I don't want Google to know about my obsession with him...
Some things I prefer to keep private... from Google...
like my stash of chocolate truffles and candy bars, and its secret hiding place...
my inability to say no to dessert...
and my crazy, unexplained, I-wish-it-could-go-away crush on Tyler Hoechlin...
Also his face as my laptop wallpaper would mean I won't get any work done...
I stared at the above Tyler gif for like close to 10 minutes... just watching him say "whatttt...." (yes... what is wrong with me indeed)
So yeah... My wallpaper is just random scenery stuff... Cause I could seriously spend my entire day staring at his face...
Anyway, it's not like I haven't memorized his face... so I don't really need to stare at him every day...
And yes I admit this freely without an ounce of shame... hey I listen to all the motivational stuff that says like who you like, don't care what others say, be yourself... so if the "myself" is a little bit loopy, that's what I'm going to continue to be...
Anyway got my customary giddy raving about Tyler Hoechlin every time I write a blog post out of the way...
Now I can go back to my babysitting tale.
So I opened my YouTube account the other day, in front of my colleagues, and there in all its glory was my watch history...
Not this kind of watch history!
I'm no Castiel. The clueless, "I-don't-get-the-reference" angel, who watches totally inappropriate stuff occasionally... without realizing he's watching inappropriate stuff... but then continues to watch it...
Just to clarify... I don't watch stuff like that... Everything I watch has people with clothes on...
Say what you want, but clothes were invented for a reason so I prefer to see people with clothes ON not off...
I don't even want to see myself without clothes... If I could I would bathe with clothes on...
