The daily adventures and travails of one neurotic, klutzy, hungry, cynical college girl. Tune in for prizes! (offer void where prohibited. See office for details. Not responsible for lost articles.)
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
Thursday, September 08, 2005
I suppose you could say I've always been a sucker for accents. I've made men speak German to me in bed. I spoke in a Scottish burl for 2 weeks (non ironically) after watching Sliding Doors. The Australian waiter during my birthday dinner was totally not my type, but would I have gone home with him? Absolutely. Mandarin gets my eyes sparkling. Speak Italian to me, and I will bring my A game to the table. How hot is Djimon Housou when he speaks? (Well, he's just hot even without speech, but still!) Something about the way a man will unfurl his tongue and let loose the golden stream of sound into the air.... *shiver*
I had a dream a couple of weeks ago about being in a Scottish bar and making out with a hot Scottish stud, drunk, wild, and too hot. So what happens today? I talk to my HLM, linda. She suggests we take a vacation soon. I agree, since our last minute Catalina surprise trip was a total blast. I start suggesting Montauk, the haven of New York beach hotties, Linda counters with a cruise ship... Then she hits me with an offer I cannot refuse, nor let go of now that she's planted the seeds in my head. Her friend is abroad in Scotland and we could ostensibly stay there for our vacation! Can you imagine? I've been trying to find my hometown Ewan McGregor here in LA, but my options would be astronomical in the MOTHER LODE.
You'll need to come wipe me off the floor with a Swiffer. I'm completely spent.
11:23 AM
|
|
| |
|
|
|
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home