| My Ponderings Concerning Owen (aka: Owie) Wilson and various other subjects of interest. |
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| Pondering Point Number One: I call Owen Wilson by his first name casually and refer to him as though we are best friends, and have even given him a nickname (Owie.) Yet I have never met the man. I feel as though my life as come full circle somehow through this, because I always made fun of my mom for doing that with the royalty of England. "Oh, young William has turned out to be devestatingly handsome! Oh, his mother would have been so proud. I wonder how his brother is?" And here I am, doing the same with "Owie." |
| Pondering Point Number Two: Owen has connected earlobes, as shown to the left. So do I! We have soooo much in common... both blonde. Both... er... |
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| My mom's favorite: Lil' Willy |
| Both of us with connected lobes? That must mean something! |
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| Pondering Point Number Three: Has anyone else ever wondered if it hurts bugs when you step on them? Do they cry if you only halfway kill them? Are they in agony when you have to stomp three times to get the job done? I'm not a ant activist or anything, but I have alway wondered that. |
| Pondering Point Number Four: This woman's name (to the right) is Leslie OWEN WILSON. I wonder if people ever see her name in the phone book and assume that it's Owie? Leslie is sometimes used as a boys name, after all, and he could just be going by his middle name. I found her randomly on the web, and you can visit her site by clicking on her pic (but don't tell her I sent you- and come back when you are done!) I wonder if she's an Owie fan? |
| Pondering Point Number Five: I personally find Owen Wilson to be very hot. (could you have guessed.) But my sister thinks he's goofy looking. Isn't it great how we all find different things attractive? Certainly, there are typical features that everyone likes, (for instence, how all men seem to love big boobs,) but while my sister finds Owen's nose to be a downfall, I find it to be so sexy. A downfall of this little theory, Owen prefers brunettes. He has also said that he likes blondes, but that's not good enough. If I love his nose, he's gonna have to love my light hair. And there I go acting like I know him again. (Refer to Pondering Point Number One.) But anyways, the point is, I'm glad that we all don't like the exact same things, because that would really suck. Nuff said. |
| Pondering Point Number Six: I have not been a fan of Owen Wilson since the very first moment I saw him. Have I simply become infatuated with the Roy O'bannen's and Hansel's of this world? Or do I really think that he, himself, is someone I admire? Since I don't know him personally, that will be something tormenting my mind for a good... hm... three minutes at least. |
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| Pondering Point Number Seven: Have you ever thought that everyone literally might see the world differently? That our pupils all take in the light rays with variation, and what I have always known as purple (and therefore call purple) you see as what I see as red? And since we have always assigned objects to those colors, we just assume that everyone else sees the same thing because they call it by the same name? You could be calling my green purple, because that is what you see. Kindof deep there, eh? |
| "Han Solo" and Derek right before the orgy. |