People came out with there (I mean, their) famous Sexiest Man list. They did ai'ight, but... Here's mine:
Denzel is just... Denzel. What can I say?
I don't even need to explain this. Mm, mm, mm!
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Mr. Hutchence just had the most beautiful eyes. And he could sing his butt off. And he had this way of looking at people... I imagine he was one of those guys who could've looked me right into some serious trouble.
R.I.P. you beautiful soul
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~sigh~ Oh, Leon. I could just kiss the lips off your chocolate-y goodness.
The hotness going on here... Whoo! Can somebody get a sister a fan?
Slim Shady, baby.
"Mercy, Mercy me."
Billy Dee. Old School hotness.
R.I.P. Pac
No words. Just. No. Words.
And my Number One: that sweet, kind-eyed Keanu.
Mine, ladies - All mine
I swear I just felt my heart quiver.
Here - let's take another look...
Lord, just one moment to look in his eyes.
I know that some of you (younger ones) are probably wondering why I have a few guys on the list who aren't here with us anymore. Doen't matter. It's not as if I (or you) have a chance, so we can dream.
The thing is, this isn't just about sexiness, but about what makes someone sexy. Not looks, money or power - even though there a prez and a bunch of rich guys here. Sexy is not ever about who you are, but what you are. For me, it's in the eyes, the smile or the kindness. I love compassionate and engaging men. If you're a guy and you want to be sexy, learn from the best.
Stayed up until 4:00 this morning (except it was really 3:00 because of time change) and was up at 8:00.
Ugh.
Feel half-stoned on fatigue, but wanted to post so... randomness:
My skin's been addicted to Bio Oil for years. I currently have 5 1/2 bottles of the stuff. Why? Because with my Sarc (I guess), every time I go to the store, I forget that I have some at home. At least it's cheaper at Sam's Club, but comes with a large and a small bottle. Damn. Lot of oil.
My fridge is full of fruit, Vanilla Soy milk, Vanilla Caramel coffee creamer and Fage yogurt. I'm trying to eat lighter now that one of the docs stepped down my prednisone. I am kind of ick of fruit at the moment.
Pissed at myself for watching hours of "Beverly Hills Nannies" last night. That was a sloppy mess, but roomie and I laughed until we ached. Lack of sleep makes me silly.
Feel stupid for watching hours of scary crap like "Paranormal Witness." (Not so stupid that I'm taking it off my Hulu "Favorites" list...)
Filched some of the roomie's perfume because of the cute bottle. That's some nice smelling fragrance & I'll be damned if I can't read the smeared label. Going to have to 'fess up so I can get some of my own.
Why did I never notice until a few days ago how absolutely smoking hot Eminem is? He seems very serious though.
Laughing my ass off at this video & not wanting to offend anyone for their voting choices:
C'mon, admit it, that's just funny, no matter how you vote. (By the way: DO go vote!)
My roomie drives me crazy, not rinsing and putting her dishes in the dishwasher. We are incompatible as far as the "neat factor," but I love her like a sister. (If I didn't, I'd smother her in her sleep.)
The nephew D.J. is learning to walk with his little push-toy. He's still to learn that wood floors are trickier than carpet for those strolls of his. Still missing the kid.
Intrigued, fascinated, mesmerized by the Gwen & the band here:
The bass player is just killing it.
Okay. It's obvious that I am tired, so I'm going to stop the madness, make like I'm five years old and take a nap.
Peace
--Free
P.S.: For the voters out there, this is interesting, but please don't ask why I still read "Cracked."
My little brother really gets me. By that, I mean, he is the one person who best understands me. Strange brew.
We were talking on the phone the other day and he could hear my music playing in the background.
"You know why I love you, sis? Because you are the youngest old woman I know. And one of the strangest."
Well, damn. I could take that a lot of ways, huh?
Of my four best friends in this world (family excluded), only one of us always acts her age. The rest of us are stuck somewhere between having survived adulthood and making the rest of life as fun as we can. I can be good, bad, happy or sad. I can be old if I ever need to be and young when I want to be. After the hell my life was a few years ago, I have learned to be what I want to be at any given moment. I am a chameleon. God loves me just as I am so the rest of the world can just deal with it.
The BFF I am now living with is as crazy as I am. Wherever we go, we tend to meet people who notice us because we have fun. (I only hope that some of our laughter and love rubs off on them.) We can make a trip to Walmart look like a vacation. A local Village Inn is our hangout, but I am pretty sure that we should be getting paid as on-site entertainment. The other day, a really boring couple came in with their teen-aged kid. I swear, these people were having no conversation other than ordering their food. By the time my friend and I were getting ready to leave, the woman came over and gave us a hug because, "You guys seem to really enjoy life." (Maybe what she actually meant is that we are just too silly for words!)
I don't really care anymore what people think. Life is going to bring us enough worries, fears and tears; it's up to us to bring the joy.
By the way, what follows is the playlist of the CD my little brother overheard:
Yeah. Me and the BFF (in Alaska) sing along with all of these as we drive around.
It ain't right, but it's okay. Life is way too short.
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