So, picture this scene:
It is 8.30 in the morning, and I am in the computer labs at university, killing some time before my exam, which starts at 9.30am.
I'm cruising the news sites, bumming around, not really doing anything in particular. I decide to do my usual news searches- my fave bands, to see if there is any news, my favourite sports teams for scores, my favourite actors...
So I type in "O-L-I-V-I-A [space] W-I-L-D-E" and
BANG!
Up pops a link that says something about Olivia Wilde in a photoshoot (I don't remember the exact titre because I clicked the crap out of it and it all became a blur).
And then
BANG!
Up pops this image:






At this point, I'm pretty sure the heterosexual part of my brain exploded into tiny pieces too small to every put back together properly.








So, there I am, in a unversity computer lab, a place of higher learning, staring with dropped jaw at what are essentially topless photos of Olivia Wilde.

After a few minutes of drinking in that DELICIOUS Olivia Wilde photoshoot, I realised that I was in fact in a public space, gawking at Wilde-porn, and that perhaps I should stop before someone sees what I am looking at and has me arrested for being a dirty pervert on université property.

So, I went of to my exam, very turned on, not par the propect of sitting a 3 hours exam on psychological research (because that is not hot), but par the residual Olivia images that were burned into my brain.

I managed to slip out of my daze just in time to begin the exam.

All was going well (as well as an exam can ever go), when I got stuck on a question. As I searched my brain for answers, this image popped into my head:






accompanied par this thought:
"Oh my god, Olivia is so hot."









While this statement is indeed true, it is not particularly helpful when trying to articulate a response to a question about null hypothesis testing.

I managed to re-focus, finish my exam, run accueil (well, I had to take a bus, but I ran from the bus stop) and come here to share plus examples of Olivia's wonderfulness.

I will say that while Olivia is clearly the most beautiful woman in the entire universe (uh duh), I also l’amour that she is 1) incredibly smart, 2) politically aware, and 3) hilarious. Read ou watch any interview with her and toi can tell that her lights are switched on and somebody is home. So I'm not just gay for her body, I'm gay for her beautiful mind too.

Also, the thing about Olvia is that she looks damn good whether she is clothes-less ou covered from head to toe. That, I think, is the true mark of beauty: it is plus about an global, ensemble attitude rather than the flesh.

Furthermore (you can tell that I am in exam mode), the pictures are actually done very tastfully. I'm not very familiar with Maxim, but I understand that it can be a naughty. But this 'Garden Of Eden' photoshoot is beautiful. And it shows Olivia off without exploiting her. I l’amour that Olivia can be so incredibly sexy and not look like the modern Paris Hilton whore type that many young actrices seem to want to go for.

In summation, I can't get over how much I l’amour Olivia. She is gorgeous and brilliant and she has stolen 99% of my heterosexuality. And I just wanted to share my perverted story with y'all. Feel free to point and laugh at me, because I am won't be caring. I will be drooling over those tasty, tasty Maxim pictures.