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Taylor Lautner is 18 today.
Does this effect me anymore than a Reality crab fisherman's death? Maybe only mildly. Not in the way one might imagine though.
I actually stopped to think about this new "legal" age for a minute. (Because in my mind Taylor Lautner would totally go for me and my old fat ass if he was in town) Does his new status as "adult" make a difference in my dirty old lady mind? Kinda. I liked the naughty of staring at yummy "Jacob's" traps during New Moon. It was so easy to imagine them as handle bars and holding on for dear life! Now that he's "of age" it's not as fun. Naturally, since the legalities are the ONLY thing that was holding me back from such a delicious extramarital slutfest.

Maybe I should find out what Freddy, from ICarly, is really named. I can have a kid crush on that guy for a few more years. At least he won't let me down.
Well, happy birthday Taylor Lautner. I hope you're happy. Don't worry. My heart will mend.