flashback time: my 13-year-old-self is squealing with glee while my 25-year-old-self is thinking of all teh filthy, filthy things i’d love to do…how is it possible that it has been over a decade and mr. rossdale is still as naughtydelicious as he was when i was but a wee, impressionable, lass?
scandalous.
and i don’t even really like british dudes…but guitar skillz, plus awesome music skillz in general, plus such a sexy voice, plus my first huge celeb crush ever equals an undying love for gavin rossdale. even all these years later. (and who knows, maybe someday he will leave that gwen skank for me!) i am not ashamed of my girlish crush. i embrace it wholeheartedly. i guess i’m just young at heart. even if i typically do not go for older dudes (significantly older, mind you), i cannot help this one.
in other news, battlestar galactica is coming back next week! i am slowly regaining my excitement for the show (which i damn well better by now, cuz next week!)
next week in general is going to be just so overwhelming, i don’t know if i can handle it: santana concert, battlestar, margaret fucking cho! it will be epic.
and in yet other news, my new contacts came today: I CAN SEE FOR REALS NOW! hooray! (note: boston be ugly). actually, in retrospect, i can’t tell a difference at all, but these contacts are MOAR BETTAR according to the doctor, and i’m only a year behind on my acquisition. woo!
