It's sad when you find one of the best pair of arms connected to someone much too young for you. Or good hair on someone you just don't want to be attracted to. I have come to the inevitable conclusion that hot guys make me happy. Something about their eye candyness makes me giddy.
Perhaps it's not so good that I treat guys like pieces of meat. But seriously, what else do I have at this point of my life? I figure it's not a bad thing because it's mostly in my head or with my friends who know me. Maybe I'm not thinking right. Oh well.
I spent most of my shift at work today checking out guys... mostly the ones I work with. So sue me. I enjoyed it and it made work go by just a little faster.
Basically all I wanted to say was that I enjoy arms. The kind with the ripply muscles and the veins... dang... I'm almost drooling. Not good.
I better go now.