I am an insomniac misanthrope and that makes for one vapid wench. Don't I look vapid? The happy face is part of a delicately staged plan to take over the world. But I really can't sleep. Again.
My hair is FADING! A girl doesn't pay $95 and $18 EACH for a bottle of shampoo and conditioner to keep it from FADING just to have it revolt! My red is not nearly so brilliant as it is in this pic. I want to FLAME, and not in a "bend me over and stick it to me Jake Gyllenhaal" way.
My gastrointestinals are tap dancing.
Todd is right, Ann Coulter is a cunt.
Eiluned has gotten me addicted to celebrity crushes, and here's who gives me a woody:
Jake Gyllenhaal...because I really would bend over and ask him to stick it to me. Did I say that out loud for all the internet to read? Hell yeah, I did! I used to think he was funny-lookin', but I've seen the light.
The Joshes....Josh Lucas (Glory Road, Sweet Home Alabama) and below...Josh Holloway (Lost).
Both of these boys appeal to me with their sweetish southern characters and sexy-ass scruffiness. Because scruff is where it's at. I don't know about you ladies, but I imagine they'd be the type to throw down in the kitchen for dessert. Maybe it's just me.
I admit, I've even read a bit of Lost fanfic. Whoa NELLY! The imaginations of some of these viewers get me a little hot under the collar. The Sawyer/Kate pairings are smmmokin'.
Ok, enough of my pervness. I'm going to bed. John Mayer and I bid you adieu.
TV: long gone
CD: John Mayer Live in Birmingham..."Message in a Bottle"
Reading: BUST Magazine and The House of Mirth
In my head: No good.