Have mercy....please.
Man, my head is so fulla crap today and it's all going about 99 mph in there...
It's mostly silly, unrelated shit and first I was trying to tie it all together somehow, so I could get from one thing to the next here and not cause anybody whiplash. But....that just makes it worse. It's bad enough to have a brain that likes to come up with this shit and then fuck with me with it. What? I'm supposed to tie it all together like I approve? Or like I understand it? Feh.
I'm having enough trouble and (laughing spells) just having to hear it.
He's got the same kind of stupid sense of humor I have, he seems very 'down-to-earth' and he's just damn sexy. I like guys like him. And, his dancing...I could watch him all night long. I love Patrick Swayze in "Dirty Dancing" and John Travolta in "Saturday Night Fever", but they've got nuttin on Drew in the 'sexy guy dancing' department.
Which got me to thinking about my own, personal, highly diversified definition of who/whats sexy.
Which lead me to the same conclusion that most of my 'self-realization' moments do... I'm weird. Let's just take a look at what I think is sexy. Okay?
We'll start with Drew. I know he's no Adonis, I see the glasses...I don't care. He' sexy. His dancing even makes up for that buzz cut.
I also think Jim Davis was gorgeous. No, not the guy who draws 'Garfield', the dude who played Jock Ewing. Yeah, him. Weather-beaten old face, those eyes and all topped off with a cowboy hat. I'd give my eyeteeth for that portrait they had of him hanging over the fireplace at South Fork.
I used to think Jonathan Frid was adorable. Yeah...Barnabas Collins on 'Dark Shadows." I don't remember why...I was a kid.
Next we have Al. Yes, Al Borland. I know Tim is the star and all, but-screw him. I'd run his ass over to get to Al. HE'S adorable. And sweet.
Dennis Farina...Oh my Go-oood. I love this guy. He is fuckin' awesome. Gorgeous, sexy...those eyes, that face. Oh, man.....
Tommy Lee Jones and Robert Duvall in 'Lonesome Dove'. I'd get all giggly and stupid around either one of those two, too. They were both gorgeous. Hell, Tommy Lee still is. Mr. Duvall's no heartthrob usually, tho.
Tom McLaughlin, too. He's the guy who played Billy Jack. Cripes, I'da run off with him anywhere he wanted to go back then. Day-um, he had some nice arms. I liked his face plenty, too.
Then, there's the dude who played Buford Pusser...the most times. No, not Joe Don Baker. I like him, too, but he ain't shit in the knee-weakening area compared to Bo Svenson. I love that guy.
And, Bret Hart. Whew...maaaannn...God help me, I'd love to climb up the front of that guy, kiss his cheek and climb back down...slowly. He's is incredible. I love his hair. And eyes. And face. And body. I'm not, however, overly thrilled with the wife part, but what ta hell. Can't have everything...where would I put it? (Bret I'd sit on my bed with the three Teddy Bears.)
Then, I came across Mr. Yoakam up there in my head. I used to love him almost more than life itself. I bought evey single tape, CD and video he put out. I went to incredible lengths to see him live, twice. The first time, a bouncer saved my ass and Brantley Kerns, the fiddle player, invited me onto the bus. (That's a post in itself...lol) From the first time I saw that one, I was GONE, Baby. Gone. Out to frickin' LUNCH wit' dis guy. I can still sing every single song on all those tapes and CD's and sound exactly like him. I swear, if he ever heard me, it'd freak him out. Even more so, because these days, he bites, in my opinion and I'd have no trouble at all ignoring him to his face.
Which was my first 'sharp left', mentally. I went from 'odd looking people I think are gorgeous' to 'why are some people even alive' in about 30 seconds.
See, Dwight was the shit. I used to play his stuff constantly while I was so much as awake, even, a few years back. I played him at home, at work, in the truck, on a Walkman, a boom box, when I was workin', soaking in the tub, driving, walking, eating, shitting...well, you get the idea. Then....he fucked up.
Bad.
First, he starts dating Bridget Fonda, whose aunt just happens to be a Commie loving asshole. I hate Jane Fonda and I hope she aerobicizes herself to death. Or, drowns in Golden Pond or whatever. Bitch. I fart in her general direction (thank you Monty Python). And, here's my epitome of manhood itself, fucking the neice. EW!. EW, ew, ewewew. Then, the last time I saw him live, he blows off an after concert 'meet-n-greet' consisting of about 30 people because, in the words of Pete Anderson, he's too 'fragile' to handle it. Fuck what? *snort*
More like he's got him some Commie-related nookie waitin' for his skinny ass back on the bus, ya mean.
Well, that was it for me and him. I know they're broken up now, but I ain't bought nuthin' from him since he started tapping that, and I ain't gonna start up again now. He fuckin' blew it. Jerk. I've spent more money on his stupid ass, buying his shit, than that dipshit ever did.
Anyway, I went to Dwight, flashed on Bridget and ended up wondering why Jane is even alive. Her and Sammy Gravano. Another one who should just lay down and DIE because they're such sucky excuses for human beings. With Gravano, it's not because he was 'connected'. It's because he couldn't keep his fat, rat, 'omerta-breakin' MOUTH SHUT! That low-life, scummy, piece of shit should be shot by the next person who sees him. No loyalty. No balls. No honor. No reason to live. I mean, Christ on a bicycle, if ya suck that bad at bein' a 'bad guy'...what's left? DEATH. That's what's left.
I've kept an interested eye on the goings on of my local Mob guys all my life. I first got attracted to 'em as a kid, because I loved their last names. So musical, lyrical and fun to try to pronounce correctly. Then, I got older and started noticing how daggone good-looking a lot of those guys are. Jesus. Then comes the 'Godfather' and all that. Now, I wanna join. I wanna be one, too. Or at the very least, I told my Dad once, I wanted to go to Little Italy in Philly and just stand somewhere, holding up a sign that said "Looking for Michael or young Vito Corleone-type. Apply right here." Then, along comes TV channels like Biography and DTMS and all those shows that documented the real Mob's moves. I could see a difference between them and the Corleone's. But, I didn't (and don't) really care. The things about the Mob that I respect are more along the lines of the 'unwritten rules' they're supposed to follow. Unlike Sammy "The RAT" Gravano. ("The Bull" my achin' ass. I've got more balls than that pansy-assed motherfucker.)
Anyway, he should be dead. He's sucks that bad. Jane too. These are semi-famous people, pissin' all over their personal little worlds and having a negative effect on ours...so they should both just be dead.
Who da fuck would miss either of 'em?
To shit all over Nam vets and to break the longest standing, even-I-fuckin'-know-it rule of your lifestyle...pffft. DIE. Both of you.
Oh...and after ya's die? Go straight to hell. Do not pass 'Go', don't collect anything, except maggots in every hole ya got. 'Kay? Ahhh. I just took a big 'ol deeep breath. I feel much better now...which is good, 'cuz I gotta go. I'm 'parkin' fuckin' cars' again, in the cold, in the wind, probably not dressed warm enough, 'cause I'm stupid like that...lol.
I have to go to the store first, real quick, and get more Coffeemate. No way I've got enough, now, for the huge assed cups I use out there. They hold an whole pot of coffee. Keep it warm for hours, too. Good cups. I love those things.
And, I also have to go move the horse. She can't see too well and she's got herself on the wrong side of the pond, so before she decides to walk back to where she belongs by way of swimming, I gotta go get her.
So.......I'll be back later, with more juicy bits'o shits in my head, I'll betcha. (Sorry about that 'bits o' shits' thing...I couldn't he'p it...)
See ya!
Peace.............
Comments
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You do know what it is about every single man you mentioned as attractive to you (and what eventually turned you off from DY - and it really isn't Jane Fonda) IS don't you? I do.
They're REAL. As opposed to PLASTIC.
And I really, REALLY dig that about you.
They're REAL. As opposed to PLASTIC.
And I really, REALLY dig that about you.
Posted by: margi at October 25, 2003 03:23 AM (4jrV0)
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Well, hot-damn...I hadn't really thought of it that way...hmmm.
This is so cool...my first 'insight'...this is one of the biggest reasons I started doing this. To be able to bounce my brain offa people (as it were) and see what they can see in it. And, let me know...lol.
Thank you, Margi...(Feel free to keep doing that, btw...lol)
This is so cool...my first 'insight'...this is one of the biggest reasons I started doing this. To be able to bounce my brain offa people (as it were) and see what they can see in it. And, let me know...lol.
Thank you, Margi...(Feel free to keep doing that, btw...lol)
Posted by: Stevie at October 25, 2003 08:42 PM (/MU2U)
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Wooooo I'm with you girl, Drew Carey is HOT! I know some of the other names you mentioned, but not all of them, and the majority of them are hot too. You and I have a lot in common, and this is just one more thing - diggin' on guys that are (to quote Margi here) REAL and not PLASTIC. Now that's what I call GOOD TASTE. 
Posted by: AmyVegas at October 28, 2003 10:09 AM (lBFdX)
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oooh jim davis is hott, so are tommy lee jones and robert duvall. and i think jonathan frid is sexy too. be still my beating heart.
Posted by: angela at September 26, 2005 02:34 PM (8ixsV)
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