Saturday, April 5

 
adding to my list of random things that make normal guys hot to me:

7) hockey/football talk
8) a scottish accent (think ewen mcgregor, sean connery or pontius pilate [i swear to god.])
9) a boston accent (think matt damon in "good will hunting"; i think it's the slumming feel you get from a guy telling you how "wicket good da broons ah")
10) glasses (either with really thin, smart-looking rims or those emo rims)
11) the combined smell of great cologne (a la hugo) with cigarette smoke (i know, i know)
12) booze
posted by from shannon at 5:14 PM

Thursday, April 3

 
an instant messenger excerpt:

my friend: did you ever catch the pianist?
me: not yet
me: you?
my friend: no
my friend: maybe i can tempt you with the delectable adrien brody
me: he's kinda sexy in that concentration camp sort of way
my friend: everyone's hot when death is in the air

we're both going to hell. too bad i didn't give up anti-semitism for lent.
posted by from shannon at 2:02 AM

Wednesday, April 2

 
"i am thining it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned."

god bless the lead singer of death cab for cutie for having so much music inside him that he had to start a side project to share it all. arg, i love new music.

also, i am listening to barrage right now. i think they are the coolest band i know, though obviously outside of my general music tastes. imagine seven gorgeous musicians got together with their violins, some drums and a guitar and KICKED YOUR ASS. and danced a little while they did it. picture that and you'll understand why i think they're the best thing to come out of canada since elvis stojko.

i love how the espn news channel keeps the the bottom line running even during commercials. it's like the show never stops. genius.

so i just got back not too long ago from one of the most college evenings of my life. i went to my first "philanthropy" at a fraternity. tonight's fundraising event was a date auction. you've never felt so good about raising money for sick children as when you're doing it with a corona in hand, watching gorgeous young college men stutting their stuff down a runway made of taped-together boxes, shaking their boxer-clad asses in the faces of cheering young coeds as the emcee shouts such clever lines as, "this cuban wants to stick his communist f*cking missile in your bay of pigs."

at one point i turned to my friend in the house and said, "so... children's miracle network, huh?"
his hesitant response: "...yeah. their name is associated with everything we're doing."

we looked up just in time to discover that the emcee had abandoned the traditional methods of auction in favor of an orgy of sorority girls freaking on the stage. "remember girls, you're getting nasty for the children!"

god bless you, sigma chi.

posted by from shannon at 12:52 AM