Woman of the moment.

I have a full-on girl crush on Rosie Huntingdon-Whiteley.

Not only is she supermodel extraordinaire, she's also about to embark upon world domination by replacing the luscious Megan Fox in the next installment of Transformers, and has dated the beautiful Oliver Martinez, ex-lover of Kylie Minogue. She has appeared on the covers of British and Japanese Vogue, and emulated Jessica Rabbit on the cover of Love, another Conde Nast publication. She is the only British model to model for Victoria's Secret, and has appeared in advertisements for Burberry and Ralph Lauren to name a few. She was also named 6th on the Harper's Bazaar's Best Dressed list in 2008, and it's easy to see why with her bohemian-chic wardrobe.

When typed into Google, Rosie's name is the first to appear on the suggestions list. Shockingly, uber supermodel Kate Moss doesn't even appear, being pipped to the post by Queen to be Kate Middleton, Kate Bush and Kate Winslet...

What more could a girl want?!

Vogue's interview with her in the latest edition has made me positively green with envy and pink with lust. Not only does Rosie have a Jessica Rabbit-esque face and amazing hair, she also has the legs of a gazelle and the boobs of Geri Halliwell, with a leopard-print Mulberry Alexa and 'several' Burberry mac's in her wardrobe. I am jealous with a capital J.

Rosie is the epitome of perfection, and subsequently she is my woman of the moment and girl crush. Rosie, can I just be you please?

Hello fur!

Baroque love.

Hey sexy.

Marie Antoinette eat your heart out.

Hello Jessica Rabbit.

Love.

OH MY GAWD the fourth edition of Conde Nast's second-best magazine has finally arrived, and already I feel I'm in love with both Rosie, who looks absolutely AMAZING on the cover, and her leopard-print dress (I am literally Bette Lynch reincarnated). It's release means I can finally stop trawling the newsagents in town to see whether or not it is out, where I have walked in, saw it's ommission from the shelf and walked straight back out, incredibly disheartened. I've been doing this for the past like two months as I swear it feels like an age ago since I lugged the last volume around with me. In reality I just have too much time on my hands...

However it seems today is a day for Love-ing in other aspects of my life too.

For a start (to bang on about my bicycle again) I manned up and simonised my vehicle this morning. I felt like a right bloke, but the sore hands and scruffy attire was more than worth it in the end - I am a complete magpie and a sucker for anything that shines, and if I was a bird I would defo's try and nick it for my nest (hence the Love).

Secondly, today I have relived my youth as an underweight child with the biggest ever appetite for shit food, and devoured the best part of a chocolate gateau. Being stuck indoors due to the summery downpour, I watched, for the first time, My Sister's Keeper, and was actually embarrassed about how much I cried. Literally, I hardly ever cry at films. I think the last time I cried at anything tv-related was watching the last episode of the Royle Family when the grandmother died - for some reason I was reduced to a blubbering mess - maybe it's the pensioner Love creeping back again... But honestly, you'd actually think someone close to me had died when I watched that today. I looked like such a trainwreck, I had to reapply my make up, and then went to help myself to a fat American's portion of my gateau, to make myself feel better. It definitely worked, and for the rest of the afternoon I didn't shed one tear.

Thirdly, I have a whole lotta Love for my loverboy at the minute. Given the fact my jobless self is crashing at his for the duration of the summer in order to avoid the monotony of life in my hometown, my days in NCL are spent by myself as everyone else in the world seems to be employed, and it gets a bit boring to say the least. SO, he offered today to sleep on the couch so I could invite my dear friend from home through for a night of dancing next week, subsequently giving us his room. What an actual babe.

The only thing I am not Love-ing about today is the fact that I haven't even left the house because of this nightmarish weather, and I feel like a couch potato. A big, baked one full of cheese and stodge and cake at that. Note to self: get up early and go for a run tomorrow, before the gym-work gets destroyed and I am blown to smithereens by the blast that would come from the explosion of my stretched stomach...

To be continued.