|Team Haim ALL. DAY. LONG. (at least, in the 80's)|
Nowadays you have insta-stalking tools like Google, Twitter and Facebook. It makes hunting down celebrities so much easier. You have access to everything from their real names, addresses, social security numbers, blood type and pre- and post-surgery photos. You can learn about their wants, their needs and their morbid fear of frogs. You are your own celebrity private investigator and the only thing it costs you is your social life!
But the best part about social networking is that you get to be up close and personal with any celebrity you wish to stalk. I mean, send love to. For example I can send Joe Manganiello a tweet that says: "@JoeManganiello I wanna grind your ass like Hamburger Helper." What the hell does that even mean? No fucking clue. But it doesn't matter because I can send it to him at midnight on a Tuesday if I feel like it. And he will even read it! I know this because he TWEETED IT TO ME! See???
I know it says "everyone" but secretly it's just for me. See how he's half-winking? That's our thing.
I would TOTALLY be stalking my dreamboat, Simon Baker. But, apparently he is not ready for the world to know of our love affair and has not joined the Twitterverse. Sigh...
And, the best part: celebrity hotties might even FOLLOW YOU BACK! Which is a testament to the world how into you they really are. You *might* actually get a chance to use that Hall Pass from your husband. You know the one where you said "If so-and-so wanted to sleep with me I could and you wouldn't get mad." and he agreed to because he never imagined it would EVER come to fruition. Yeah. That one.
Unless we're talking about Adam Levine who for whatever reason refuses to follow his