Like her or not, nobody can deny to my face without a fight, that no matter her other assets (or not), that Kim Kardashian has a gorgeous face. And I suspect she’s not the bubblehead she seems to be.
That thinnish blond that’s wearing the little black dress in that commercial where she does this hippy-like dance for some hair salon (Cutting Edge?)? I deeply want her. Tons of deeply in fact. I can’t for the life of me find a video of that commercial which is just as well, because I’d turn into one of those cocaine monkeys and do nothing all day long but watch it.
Jennifer Aniston never quite hit me. Always undeniably pretty, just missing something to flip her over the wall into lust-land. But the last few months, I’m all over her - something in her attitude, her opening up like a tender little flower standing in front of the bulldozer as it waits to rip the meadow apart and build in it’s place a pork processing plant, but that I gather up, re-plant into a clay pot and leave on my window ledge so that it grows in to a full plant that germinates so I can plant her in a new meadow that I can see from that same window and in a matter of a year fills the meadow?
Know what I mean? Now I want her so we can practice naughty carnal things then sit on the rug on the floor in front of the fireplace, sip wine and discuss 19th century European art. Honestly I think we’re a perfect match.
The local NBC station here - WMAQ, now has achieved the Triple Crown of womanhood. A reporter, a weather reporter, and a sports reporter who together are a unified newscast sent from God just for me. Dopers from Chicago know I mean Anna, Ginger and Paula. The rest of you, Google and dream. Disclaimer: The station website pictures are horrible. Also, I recently traded e-mails with Anna on an unrelated informational matter and I think she’s after me now. Wished me a great holiday and all, which sounds innocent, but there was a hidden message I think.
A certain local rock singer. Yeah, I know, she’s married and has a baby. Yeah, I know she’s my girlfriend’s close friend. And yeah, they have a mutual friend who is also a hot rock singer, and is also married with children.
I have a girl-crush on Lindsay Lohan. Her behaviour and antics make me :rolleyes: but you can’t say she doesn’t have a beautiful face. And her hair is absolutely divine when it’s red, still pretty when it’s blonde. When she dresses up and makes an effort to appear stunning, she absolutely pulls it off.
Did you read the Chicago Tribune last week, I think it was? There was an article that among other things mentioned that they were the backup dancers/models for a cover of “Addicted to Love”, with Gerry Meier doing a spoken-word version of the vocals. It was a fundraiser concert, can’t remember the Good Cause it was for, and Richard Marx was the actual singer who performed some songs between the covers sung by various local media types.
Oh hey, YouTube version. And now I see that Paula wasn’t there, but Natalie Martinez was, along with Tracey Butler from, IIRC, some other network.
There’s a reporter named Autria Godfrey who has caught my attention – I guess she works for some station out in the DC/VA area and sends reports from Washington to LA. Lovely looking lady. And when I was in DC last week, I got to see her at a Wizards game since she works as part of the Wizards’ entertainment team on game nights.
I’m having a hard time finding a good picture of her, so this will have to do.
Met this girl recently at work. And she might be smart, or funny, or something- I wouldn’t know. Because she has the most ridiculously beautiful eyes that I go all mushy when we make eye contact, and it took my about two full days of talking to her to be able to remember her name. Sheesh!
I’m still in love with Jude Law. I probably wouldn’t actually let his penis near me, considering how fertile he seems to be (note I say probably) but I just love him.
The only reason I watch WMAQ is because one day they will have all three on one newscast and I will have 30 minutes of bliss. They’ve teased me in the past–Paula and Anna, Anna and Ginger, but never all three together. When that day occurs it will be my cheer of joy heard throughout this land as I gaze upon the holy trinity of news in Chicago.
Until that day arrives you know where to find me at 10 P.M…
And in the event I may have missed them together, please don’t tell me. I don’t think my heart could handle it.
When I am Total Emperor of the World, they will be my personal** Bringers of News**, and report the news to me in person every single day. I’ll let you watch from the window.
You ‘n’ me both. I would let it near me, no questions asked. I’m remembering, of course, how he looked in The Talented Mr. Ripley. I wonder how ol’ Jude is looking nowadays?
