10 Ways of Hotnett

So the Seed and I are just sitting around, after having watched "The Faculty" and "40 Days and 40 Nights" with the gang....My thoughts have been on Josh Hartnett all night long, and the Seed knows this. He says, "You should do a blog post about Josh. 10 Ways of Hotnett. Sounds like a GREAT idea.

I love the way he rips off the blade of the paper cutter, with one foot on the table. Sooooooooooo Manly. I love the way he walks. I love the way he slouch walks. I love the way he can be goofy. I love his smile. I love his smoldering, brooding, comegetme eyes. I love his tallness. A confident, yet shy (appearing), tall, candystick. I love his badassness + cuteness. I love his sexiness. I love his mole at the bottom of his neck. I love when he says, "if anyone see us, just grab me and pretend like we're makin' out. I love him in 'Virgin Suicides" even with his crazy wig. And I love love love love love love love his fucking dead sexy voice.

The Seed says he's got this boyish charm/badassmanlyness. I agree (although I think its hysterical that he's helping me out, here).

I think that was way more then ten.

That Ugly Word

Why do women (and families) have to suffer that ugly word called miscarriage?? WHY? How is it fair? How come some women have many, and some women have none? Why have I gotten this far, jacked up on hormones recovering from surgery- so that I never have to experience a miscarriage again? I don't know..this post is going to make absolutely no sense because I'm angry and sad for her. I'm feeling everything that she's feeling. Everything. Her broken voice is still ringing in my ears and I can't stop crying for her. I can't stop crying for any woman who has had a miscarriage. And there are so so many. More than you know.

Sucks To Be a Leo

Not much to say these days...except estrogen therapy sucks.

So, I dive into some Led Zepplin and some Black Crowes.

Girl From a Pawnshop comes to mind...