Boy, do I have some Tales to Tell...
Wednesday, March 30, 2005
 
One of my biggest obsessions is the show Alias. Truth be told, I want to be Sidney Bristow. I would have said that I want to be Jennifer Garner but she is dating Ben Affleck and I have no interest in him whatsoever. Plus, Sidney is with Vaughn and... well... oy.

But tonight was the night that I have discovered Marshall. Oh, Marshall. Sweet, neurotic, discombobulated Marshall. How fucking hot was he in that leather jacket?!?!?! I think Vaughn is cute. I can't wait for Wil to return. But hey, who cares now that Marshall has been given a lot of air time. Can we say "salivating"? I was hot for Marshall.

Now, I've always had a thing for nerdy Caucasians. God knows that the man I have been with is a bit of a nerd. Maybe it's the glasses thing. Maybe I'm just attracted to someone who is intellectually stimulating. I mean, looks are one thing but they fade after 15 minutes. And then you have to be able to hold a conversation. When my friend Kevin used to live in NYC, we would compete for the attentioni of the nerdy-looking boy. We would get downright vicious if we saw a nerdy daddy-type. Ah, yes. Good times.

But back to Marshall. Sweet, neurotic, discombobulated, and steaming HOT Marshall. I need a moment. Later.
 
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