Kristin Cavallari is appearing in a new movie (apparently direct-to-DVD, 'cause I've never heard of it) called Fingerprints, in which she comes as close as humanly possible to being topless... but cock-blocks us all at the last moment. For an actress with no discernable talent, and whose greatest resume booster is the still Laguna Beach, you'd figure she would've employed her only redeemable trait: her tantalizing breasts. But alas, she was fine with going topless enough to not be considered classy... yet not enough to be considered nudity. I'm calm. I'm not going to rant. I've been way to chauvenistic lately, and I'm gonna do my best to control myself.... *twitch*... I mean, its her decision after all *twitch*.... and its not like---*twitch* FUCK IT! I can't take it anymore. What's wrong with you?! The only reason I've deigned your name important enough to remember is because of the prospect of possibly seeing you naked one day. And now you have the unmitigated gaul to tease me like this!
For those of you who have lost the ability to tell when I'm fake indignant and actually mad, don't worry... I can't tell anymore either.
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