The weather's far too hot. I feel feverish even when I'm not sick...or am I? I get headaches...and I've been having fucked up dreams.
other than that, well, I guess the highlight of my day has been Jonathan Rhys Meyers.
2nd only to Johnny Depp. something about boys named Johnny.
actually, let's talk about boys.
see, it's the intense look I like. The dark hair, tanned/dark/dusky skin, the light eyes that I like. the piercing stare. And I like them lean.
I even think girls like that are hot. Jennifer Conolley, Angelina Jolie, Aishwarya Rai, Dita Von Teese. well, ok. Dita isn't that tan.
everyone says I like them skinny but it's not true (see above), and my friend claims the only reason why the guys have such intense stares is because they're really hungry and when they see any human being all they can think about is eating them.
well, that's one genre down. People don't understand that I don't really have "types" I like guys of all colour, shape and heights. I just have a predisposition for lean tan ones.
which brings me to cat eyes.
you know, like Tyson Beckford. perhaps his body is a little too buff, but his face. hmmmmm.
and pelvic bones. (see above, and refer to calvin klien models)
and bee-stung lips
and high cheekbones
and everyone knows about my 3 minute crushes that last for the duration of a song that any random guy who can sing happens to be singing.
oh and of utmost importance- HAIR. I don't care what hairstyle you wear, so long as it suits.
So there you have it. my fetishes in one blog post.
oh. and arm veins. No bodybuilders thanks- just nice.
Like this. random guy's arm gotten off the internet. Hope whoever he is doesn't mind.
as my boss once said
"guys actually don't mind being objectified...unlike girls."
and I'm hoping it holds true in this case.
listening to: Royksopp- The Understanding (Deluxe Edition)