the nomness

So this one doesn’t do the same thing for my gym work out as the Faster Kill Pussycat (thank you, Twitarded), but it is so much tasty Pattz that I would be remiss not to include it.

Now. The title of my posting. I don’t plan on writing much about social events, I won’t touch on my political/religious/ethical views on anything truly important – or at least I don’t think I will (remember, this blog is going to be completely organic, and I’m pretty confident that the flow of man-worship, and booze, will keep us on target) It REALLY isn’t that I’m being disrespectful – I truly am not. As I watched part of it on CNN, Laymee told me, repeatedly, to turn it off, because I was getting alternately angry/sad/and nostalgic while watching it. It is relative to our common interests only because I needed to do something after switching it off (thank you, Al Sharpton, for leaving a foul taste in my mouth, and thank you, CNN and the world, for making the grieving of family and friends a public spectacle, and THANK YOU, Jackson family, for undoing the many years of hiding MJ’s kids from prying eyes by serving them to the world in the midst of their pain and mourning……breathe…and continue) to calm my crazy ass down, and Laymee, in her vast wisdom, suggested a sorbet, a palate cleanser, if you will, of the Mr. Rickman variety.

And this, ladies, is the AABA eyefuck. Enjoy.

An Awfully Big Adventure. Those four words. Learn them. Live them. Love them. What he can do with those eyebrows, with his eyes, and YES, with his hands (oh yeah, and him on a motorcycle? THIGHS, ladies, you see THIGHS) is criminal.

I find myself refreshed and revitalized.  I am going to a quiz thing this evening with a heart that is less heavy, and a need for Nom that is, for now, sated.  Now the only thing I have to do is avoid any bloody media between now and bedtime.  And I think you know what that means, ladies…….

A bar with no television.