Music makes the people come together, yeah....

Funny how when you are obsessed with someone that every song has meaning.
I officially now sound entirely too much like a 16 year old girl for my liking.
However, there is truth to that. Paparazzi, by Lady Gaga makes me think of him every time. Why?

I'm your biggest fan,
I'll follow you until you love me

Although that sounds creepy now that I think about it.

So, if you must know...

I've always had a thing for Vin Diesel. He has power, presence, and a soul that can't be masked by acting.
Ryan Reynolds is just captivating. I am not as sure about his heart as I am Vin, but he's tasty.
And hey, it is my blog.

Then We have Zeb Atlas, who is known to some, and not to all. I've always been torn; do I want to be him, or is that how I want to look?

All of these questions aside, there is a point for this gratuitous eye candy.
These are fine specimens of adoration and of lust.

And I'd walk past each of them without a second glance for he who shall not be named here.

So that's why I talk about him, and seem obsessed. Maybe I am. But, I'm serious about it. I don't just like him. As best I can tell, the answers to my prayers for him are "Yes, but not quite yet".

Please God, I've had enough bad this year. Please, let me have this one person. I can't get Dad back; I can't get Fluffy back. Give me this.

And that is all I have to say about that.

Ah, emotional suicide. How I've missed thee!

Apparently once a decade, I get to meet someone completely interesting, affectionate, funny and wonderful. Clearly, the rider on this is that they cannot be interested in me.

Dating women? Sucks.
Dating men? Sucks.

Moving on to plants.