3/22/2005 04:03:00 PM|||Garnet|||

Jeeeez, my hormones are raging right now and I don't know why!!!

Last night, I went with Honey to a Bluegrass slow jam downtown. His banjo class instructor was leading the group of 9 people as they jammed with their banjos, basses, guitars and one mandolin. I sat back and tapped my foot, sometimes I sang along with the rest. And I sent mental messages to my Honey to be strong, play confident and have fun (Oh, and I was trying to remind him to breathe as he was extremely nervous). The only problem.........the teacher was HOT! Most people might not think so but this dude was soooo my type. I can't even bring myself to explain him to you...although he wasn't hot in the Brad Pitt or George Clooney sort of way. Closer to Jim Morisson. Meeeoow!

And then there is Spike...




Oh, sweet, evil, Billy-Idol-Wanna-Be Spike. Yeah, yeah, I know what they say on the show: "Actually, Billy Idol stole that look from Spike." Regardless, you're hot. Every time I sit down to watch some back to back Buffy DVDs, you invade my dreams at night. You're the bad boy that every girl can love. You filled Angel's shoes wonderfully (big shoes to fill, I might add). I miss you. I know you're appearing in a made-for-cable movie in a little while but it's just not the same without your fake accent and broding thirst for blood. *Swoon* There's something seriously wrong with me. Now I know how Buffy felt.

That's pretty much it for now: my lust hunks. I can look but I cannot touch. OOOP! Honey's home! Gotta go! ;)

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