Guilty Pleasures

I have several of them… heh. And since I’ve been thinking about a few of them today, I guess I’ll put some down for posterity. One day I’ll look back at this list and cringe, but oh well. I feel like putting them down for now.

So now, I shall unlock a little chest that sits in the dark corner of the attic in my mind. I don’t dare to shed too much light onto the contents because I might get scared and run away and hurt myself because I’ll run into a wall or trip or something. So here I go, let me run my fingers over the fabric of my Guilty Pleasures…

I like N’Sync.

AHHHHHHHHH… OUCH *BANG BANG THUD* ok, that hurt. I knew I should have left these things alone! Now I’ve got a big lump on my head! But really… I like them. They are the lesser of the evil boy bands. I can bop my head to their tunes. I can dance to their beats… and I love to dance, so nothing could be better than rockin to a cool groove or boppin to a nice ditty. I don’t scream when they come on tv, nor do I seek out any extraneous information about them, like what they like on their pizza, when their birthdays are, or if they have a favorite movie that is the same as mine. I merely like the ultra popped out, non talented, synthetic sound of their music… epsecially when i feel like shakin my booty!

mkay…

I like the way my new fake long hair looks as it lays across my new non permanent cleavage. It’s sexay… not just sexy… sexay…. =) I don’t know why this is fascinating me today. I really don’t. But it is… and I’m just all enthralled with hair on cleavage… I think i must have brain damage.

*ahem ahem ach ach ahem*

Lets see…

I love eyebrows. Men with nice thick sculptured eyebrows. If nothing else is cute, if they’ve got cute brows, I just love em. I like to stroke eyebrows. I just like eyebrows.

Er…

I’m a hand fanatic. Same as with brows, if they’ve got nice hands, i’m just instantly attracted. I don’t know why. I am still convinced I have some sort of brain damage. But when they have long tapered fingers and nice skin…. i just get all shivery with delight! Or nice powerful hands. Or musical hands… or just… pretty hands. It’ll get me every time. This can be a scary thing.

So ummm, I think I’ve revealed enough of my insanity for now. No more needs to be said. I’m closing this trunk and running for my life. I have dread on my heels and I’m scared it’ll catch me and I’ll just drown in my craziness.

Ahhhh, guilty pleasures. Maybe I’ll have just one more peek.