This Is NOT For The Faint Hearted...

 
Or children. Or married people. Or little old ladies with sensibilities that offend very easily. In fact it's pretty much purely for my own voyeuristic pleasure. Sue me.

You will need sound... and possibly a cold shower.

Ok. I'm done now. Seriously.

I'm obsessed... i.e. Find me a REAL man STAT!

  

Okay so all this doctor ordered rest and relaxation has done wild and crazy things to me and, more importantly... and weirdly... my libido.

In my utterly bored pain-killer fueled internet surfing I have found, wait for it ladies...

The gorgeous Mr Wentworth Earl Miller III*. And he's LEGAL!!! In fact, he's older than me, so more the better. I have actually spent countless hours looking at pictures of him. Pathetic huh? I feel like a moronic teenager with a star-filled-eye crush!

The most beautiful man in the world!
A man so perfectly formed, it's as if he were sculpted by the Gods themselves...



And if that's not enough to convince you, how about this one?

*sigh*

However, until such time as I have a real live red-blooded man that I can touch and...sniff and...stuff.... I am declaring to the world at large.

Ms Befuddled... is in luurve!

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* See my post about Prison Break. Apparently Went stuck in my head after watching this for some sexy strange reason...

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-ay... My, Oh, My, What a Wonderful Day!

 

Plenty of sunshine headin' my way... Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, Zip-a-dee-ay!

I slept!

I was on my PC until about 2.30 am when I realised I was just kinda staring at the screen. So I thought I'd go to bed and watch some Prison Break.

(My newest scrumptious show. That Wentworth Miller... Now THERE'S a man I could go all Cougar Town on... Rowl!)

I am also a Tattoo aficionado. I've got a few I designed myself... I'll post them sometime. So that just gives this picture a double thumbs-up, with a big helping of MWAH from me!

It was about 6.30 am, and I was drooling watching away, when I felt this weird sensation in the back of my eyelids. You know that gritty feeling where you aren't sure if you are going to cry, sneeze, or your eyeball is going to pop out onto the floor? Yeah, that one.

It was extremely uncomfortable, and I found that the only way I could stifle it was to close my eyes for short periods of time. To help lubricate them, or something to that effect. (I guess being open pretty much non-stop for days will do that.)

So I closed my eyes...

The next thing I knew, it was light outside. I looked up at my bedroom clock (the one that has been mocking me for the past week. Hey clock. Yeah you. I wouldn't leave town okay? I know who you are, and I know where you live!), and it said....

10.37 am.

(Well... It didn't ACTUALLY say that, I mean, that would be crazy sleep-deprived talk. Right...? Pfft... Talking clock.)

OH. MY. GOD. You don't realise how GOOD sleeping is, until you CAN'T do it. Four-and-a-half hours of pure bliss.

I no longer feel like walk-on-razorblades-around-me-no-loud-noises-turn-that-bloody-light-off-it-burns!,Vampire-Mummy.

I no longer look like crazy-white-faced-eye-popping-out-carrying-a-suitcase-underneath-my-eyes, Zombie-Mummy.

Now I look like this!

Note BIG smile. And pink. Lots of pink. I like pink when I'm happy and well-adjusted. (Just in case you hadn't noticed.)

 

I'm BACK... It's party time people!!!