went for a jog (I haven’t ran since high school and don’t ever plan to again) to try to get all my frustration out from the lovely events that happened yesterday. And surprisingly it made me feel better. I sweated out all the bad and am fully ready for this week.
2 hours ago
2 hours agoWhy He’s Hot:
- He’s is so, so, charming. There’s just no other word for it. He’s got that confident, dapper, classically handsome thing going for him - and it’s got us completely going.
- Oh, my, Gawd. His EYES. Those gorgeous, sparkling, seductive blue eyes that turn your legs into mushy goo. I mean, is there anything more beautiful than a man with dark hair and light eyes? NO. No there isn’t. And with glasses on? Jizzzzzz!
- Doesn’t he look like he jumped clean out of an Italian Renaissance painting? The body, the chiseled face, the always perfect, wavy hair? We’ll just go on the assumption that his penis is bigger than the men of that era seemed to have though because shit, wouldn’t that ruin the fantasy…
- Watch a little bit of his new show, White Collar. It does nothing but fuel those intense fantasies about life with Matthew as our personal boy toy. I mean he reads (and what’s hotter than that?!), sometimes with no shirt on, he rocks the fuck out of some suits as you see above, and manages to consistently prove that he’s smarter than the entire FBI. All while looking like this. Gooodddaammnnnnn.
- Score one million for the gays - you’re some lucky bastards to have this one on your team! We don’t mind sitting back and watching, while probably masturbating furiously but be careful: we’re just biding our time and there’s nothing wrong with holding out hope that one of us will be the chick that makes him say, “hey! These vaginas - they’re not so bad!” It could happen you know…
Carrie: I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.
Miranda: So what, you’re like a flystrip for dysfunctional men?
Carrie: Yeah, but one of those really pretty floral scented ones
My event is one week away. I’m stressed out and needed this weekend to be the calm before the storm of “hell week”. It has been everything BUT that.
Last night I worked late and when I got home I was busy/nervous picking out an outfit for today’s central park date (I pick everything out the night before for anything).
Today was just horrible. If you say I’ll meet you at 3 and at 3 you say ‘I’m near’ I’m going to think you’re 10 minutes away. Obviously I was wrong with that - sat outside in the cold for an hour just to be stood up because he was “tired” so he “took a nap.” (side note: from now on I would like to wear a sign anytime I go out saying
“If you are 1. a douchebag 2. stupid 3. going to be really nice and sweet but end up being #1 and/or #2 4. going to fuck with my head - don’t talk to me.”)
Tomorrow, while I don’t know how it will turn out I’m already pissed. I know I have a bunch of errands to run and if I didn’t have my time wasted today they would have already been done and I could have enjoyed the day.
20 hours ago