the nomness

For a little while, Laymee is coming back to visit, so, and please, pay attention, not only will we be in the same state again but we will be in the same state at the same time as Rpattz and Alan Rickman (wait, he will be here through the weekend, won’t he? I mean, it’s NYC, forchristsake). This may be problematic, as, dear readers, very few people outside our circle of “two” know about our…um….hobby. And those few people would be unwilling to post bail, if we were to, say, approach either of these very polite and respectful men with services of the questionable variety. So yeah, please keep your eyes peeled on all fangirl blogs for the next week and a half or so for pictures of 2 stunning and eloquently spoken women pleading their case in NY1 interviews as most certainly NOT prostitutes. While we are not those fancunts of tacky fame (dem bitches have BAD hair and please. Abercrombie. As if. Ahem.) it is a distinct possibility that we may celebrate Laymee’s return to our fair city and run into a booze-appreciative-minding gentleman of nom variety and let loose with the offers.

Oh, Jackson? You want to meet us for a pint, what? Well SURE! Weather will be GORGEOUS this weekend, no need for that leather hat. Or wear it, but forfeit your shirt. Would hate for you to overheat...

So this is going to be a jam-packed little while and we’re hoping that good things can come from this blog while we are in one place. Again, I’m all childish giddy. So much so that I have to distract myself with going to Bruno this evening and having a jar or two after.

Now. Stuart Townsend. Oh Stuart Townsend. Today I saw you, Stewie (I can call you that, right?) in “Queen of the Damned”. Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Don’t judge, Effbit”. And yes. You have a point. But we both know that that’s not going to happen. I judge, that’s what I do. Please let me relay what little I’ve learned since my undead curiosity has been reignited by Twilight.

Stuart. Vampires don't wear skirts, silly. They sparkle.

I have NO IDEA why I love this badly written series. I LOVE THE MENS, though. OH, nomability factor is HIGH in the film. And deep down, I am actually a romantic. A masochistic idealist. Ridiculous, isn’t it? This vampire thing is FANTASTIC fodder for nomness as vampires are all about sex. I don’t care what you say, unless you’re mormon, you KNOW they scream the sex. Silently. With their eyes.