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That didn't go so well
May. 26th, 2005 12:08 pm*echoes all sentiments about Lost finale*
My hormones are all about Sawyer's Ima-fuck-you-up glare. *tingles* And Jack's breakdowns *melts* And, well, Sayid all over *combusts*
This is what happens when you watch Lost close to your perfect lunar phase - can't concentrate on plot, just the hotness. :P
I've been trying to read this book, but alas, the hotness has stopped me from doing anything but gazing at the cover with hazy lust. How can you not lust after a man who looks like he's planning a three-course meal?
Why yes, my husband is happy to leave me to it, why do you ask? :D Except for last night when I stayed up until 4 catching up on the last few weeks of Lost and watching the finale. He understands my need for solitudeon the island at times like these. It is certainly to his benefit. :>
(There is also a hot, HOT teller at my bank. Tall, ginger all over, and with that darker skin that some ginger folks have. HOT, I tell you. He probably thinks I'm psycho, since I feel like I want to attack him every time I go into the branch.)
Please help. My hormones have hijacked me and I'm out of control. Muah.
ETA: Am I the only one who thought Arzt was a big crybaby? Wah, wah, wah. To paraphrase Jack, everyone is okay letting someone else lead until the leader makes a decision the others don't like.
My hormones are all about Sawyer's Ima-fuck-you-up glare. *tingles* And Jack's breakdowns *melts* And, well, Sayid all over *combusts*
This is what happens when you watch Lost close to your perfect lunar phase - can't concentrate on plot, just the hotness. :P
I've been trying to read this book, but alas, the hotness has stopped me from doing anything but gazing at the cover with hazy lust. How can you not lust after a man who looks like he's planning a three-course meal?
Why yes, my husband is happy to leave me to it, why do you ask? :D Except for last night when I stayed up until 4 catching up on the last few weeks of Lost and watching the finale. He understands my need for solitude
(There is also a hot, HOT teller at my bank. Tall, ginger all over, and with that darker skin that some ginger folks have. HOT, I tell you. He probably thinks I'm psycho, since I feel like I want to attack him every time I go into the branch.)
Please help. My hormones have hijacked me and I'm out of control. Muah.
ETA: Am I the only one who thought Arzt was a big crybaby? Wah, wah, wah. To paraphrase Jack, everyone is okay letting someone else lead until the leader makes a decision the others don't like.
