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Candy Spam
May. 17th, 2008 06:20 pmHot guys have a radar.
This radar does not say, "Girl nearby!", no no. This radar says, "Girl nearby who would normally look fine, but is now not wearing a bra or make-up, and is lounging around in her brother's trashy old Astros shirt because she woke up and realized it was Saturday and is spending the day watching the Red Green Show while babysitting a hyper dog".
This radar was functioning perfectly today, apparently.
The doorbell rang to Mike and Mary Ann's, the dog went nuts, so I'm trying to shout, "Just a second!" above the noise of him slamming into walls and freaking out, and decided I really didn't have time to throw on a bra or anything--besides it's probably just some sales thing or something--and open the door to find this absolute doll standing there, smiling charmingly.
So here I am trying to hold a conversation with this guy looking for Mary Ann because he's visiting people in the ward, he's making conversation ("You're an Astros fan?" So much for hoping he won't notice the bra-less-ness; "Yeah, I moved from Hawaii when I was 18", and "Is it really always this humid?") and I'm trying to be polite all the while thinking, "You couldn't have come yesterday? When I was all dolled up because I had to go into town?".
Anyway, because at this rate, I am never going to find a hot guy in real life, I've decided to indoctrinate you into one of my most recent obsessions. This includes eye candy, because I'm on to you people.
( Cut includes pretty pretty pictures and prettier songs )
This radar does not say, "Girl nearby!", no no. This radar says, "Girl nearby who would normally look fine, but is now not wearing a bra or make-up, and is lounging around in her brother's trashy old Astros shirt because she woke up and realized it was Saturday and is spending the day watching the Red Green Show while babysitting a hyper dog".
This radar was functioning perfectly today, apparently.
The doorbell rang to Mike and Mary Ann's, the dog went nuts, so I'm trying to shout, "Just a second!" above the noise of him slamming into walls and freaking out, and decided I really didn't have time to throw on a bra or anything--besides it's probably just some sales thing or something--and open the door to find this absolute doll standing there, smiling charmingly.
So here I am trying to hold a conversation with this guy looking for Mary Ann because he's visiting people in the ward, he's making conversation ("You're an Astros fan?" So much for hoping he won't notice the bra-less-ness; "Yeah, I moved from Hawaii when I was 18", and "Is it really always this humid?") and I'm trying to be polite all the while thinking, "You couldn't have come yesterday? When I was all dolled up because I had to go into town?".
Anyway, because at this rate, I am never going to find a hot guy in real life, I've decided to indoctrinate you into one of my most recent obsessions. This includes eye candy, because I'm on to you people.
( Cut includes pretty pretty pictures and prettier songs )
