This here blog is dedicated to my baby: Colin Farrell.

Last night I watched Phone Booth and I was reminded of why he is the apple of my eye, my snookums, my boo...
1.) He's absolutely gorgeous
2.) He can actually act.


The very first time I laid eyes on this man (Minority Report) I knew it was love, and I knew I'd never look at another man the same way again!
Those sexy eyebrows...those eyes...that hair....that accent...normally I'm not attracted to a pottymouth, but I can definately make an exception with this Irish boy.

Yummy.

I used to be one of those people who used to think that honesty is the best policy in a relationship...that you should always be open, that you should be free with your heart, and give it willingly and fully, cuz that's the only way to truly feel alive.
I can't remember which movie brainwashed me into believing that bullshit and I can't remember exactly when I stopped being so naive.

What do you do when someone gives you their heart, pours out their feelings to you so openly, exposing their vulnerability to you ? I'll admit, these days everyone else is so guarded, bitter and jaded, that this display of honesty and naivety caught me off-guard. I'm feeling a little over-whelmed.
Doesn't he know how easy it is to get hurt?
Doesn't he realise that you have to protect yourself above all?

If someone told me 5 years ago that I'd be sayin' these things, I woulda called 'em a "big ol' meanie", and run off crying.
Now, I say NEVER let 'em know how much you really care! NEVER let 'em know the whole story.

:(

Okay, so I'm back from my cruise....and I'm suffering from SEVERE Post Cruise Depression (PCD)!
There just aren't words to describe the absolute magnificentocity that I enjoyed for the past 7 days (See? I have to make up completey new words!)!
The food...oh my goddess, the food! An inconceivable abundance of food! And to my delight and relief, I discovered that I didn't gain one single pound while on board! Then again...I DID go dancing every night, so I guess I burned off all the calories I consumed.
Unfortunately, I didn't get to pull at anyone since all the hot guys were taken. And w'loss, there sure were a lotta fat people on the ship!

Now, I'm back and I have to deal with all the stuff I escaped for that one magical, wonderous week: constant cleaning, cooking, miserable men in the house.

C.O.T.

I realised some things about myself on this cruise too:

*I'm a morning person (the only one I know too!). Not that I wake up early all the time, but that I can go from snoring to sunny and cheerful in 60 seconds.

*I can be quite an ice-queen when I'm ready. Someone would be being totally sweet to me, and all I can think about is how much I wish they'd go away. Callous and indifferent are the words to describe me while in "ice-queen" mode, and I hate when I get like that because it makes me feel ugly.

*I'm a hopeless romantic. I try to hide it and react with scorn to any "mushy" moments I see, whether on tv, or on the faces of the couple strolling along
the beach a few yards away, but I secretly wish I could have that romance in my life.

*I'm a big chicken. Why can't I learn to truly live my adopted motto of "Carpe Diem"? There're so many things out there I wanna do, but I don't because I'm too friggin' scared! Scared of what other people will think, scared of rejection, scared of failing. I need to get over this.

*Sometimes I like being in the limelight too, dammit. Especially when it's for something that I'm good at!

I gotta get my ass back on a cruise ship!