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.
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.
I got a mail about music I post here. The writer wanted to know if I like rap. Answer: Not a lot of it, but what I like I really like. I'm into positive messages - not gang-banging, excuse-making, cop-out b.s. that talks about women or sex like disposable things. To be honest, I don't know the difference between "Rap" and "Hip Hop." I don't even care. A lot of it just sounds like white noise to me with "bitch," "hoe," "nigga," and "busta cap" thrown in every few beats. So, yeah, I like some but not a lot of it. I have to think on it for a while. For now, I can name a few.
Tupac: Keep Your Head Up Grandmaster Flash: The Message
Also, because I don't get half of what they are saying, "but I can dance to it," this one that I am so ashamed of for liking:
50 Cent/Mary J. Blige/Beyonce: "In Da Club"
I don't club anymore, so this is for exercise now. Warning: this has foul & racial language.
And this one:
Los Mono: Se Puede
The Mono: It Can
A friend explained the lyrics to me as being totally about a positive personal vibe. He said the lyrics basically mean You can (can whatever). I'm down with that.
Lyrics in Spanish
se puede, se puede.... si quieres, si quieres....
tengo mas que mil infinitas posibilidades yo, puedo hacer lo que quiera, voy a tratar a ver si sale a veces sale a la primera pero primero trato tratar es papa. para papa yo si quiero puedo mas
porque no tengo nada que perder lo que yo quiera yo lo voy a hacer porque de quererlo nace el poder
yo con mi cabeza un par de cosas puedo hacer pegarme cabezazos o empezar a comprender que con ella una idea puedo dar a conocer mi manera de ver la vida ________
Cuentate a ti mismo un chiste que no sabes haz una cancion sin saber composicion juega ajedrez sin entender ni como es nada te lo impide eres tu el que decide
se puede, se puede.... si quieres, si quieres....
se puede, se puede.... si quieres, si quieres....
a veces me canso me aburro cuando no me sale me funo me apago no duro mucho se me cae el mundo y no lucho
dando bo bo botes hasta que caigo parado trato como perro, me repito el plato imposible verlo hecho si es que no lo hago hago lo que quiero soy dueno de mi rato.
y uno y dos y tres y cuatro la cabeza es un musculo minusculo en algunos si este es tu caso ejercita dale duro ponle de lo gueno eres dueno de tu sueno.
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