Apparently my choice in hawt men seems to be baffling some. So I wanted to take this opportunity to examine my personal preference in hotitude.
First, I admit I’m probably drawn to some men that others may not see as scoring too high on the hunk-o-meter but despite that let me examine a few of my favorites:
Rowan Atkinson
NO! Not the Mr. Bean-Rowan, but more the Black Adder II-Rowan
. He’s snarky and sarcastic, a man after my own heart. And of course the accent doesn’t hurt.
And since we’re discussing men who wear codpieces…
Ian Anderson
OK, I’m sure I’m really alone on this one too. Oddly still, I like the current, shall I say more mature Ian, NOT the crazy haired Ian of his youth. Maybe it’s just some of his lyrics, afterall I named my business after one his songs about a rather lusty affair. But again, a nice british accent
And while we’re talking about musicians…
Dave Grohl and allow me to also throw in that cutie-patootie blond drummer of his.
But again, I feel the need to preface; clean cut and bathed Dave, not the scruffy where’s-my-soap-and-razor Dave.
And another body that rocks…
Josh Todd
OK, I admit, the first time I ever saw him was in person and he freaked me out a bit. But now I’m all about his tatoo’d hotness.
OK, I think my next pick shouldn’t be considered odd at all…
Ralph Fiennes
C’mon, this man is beautiful! Mmmmmmmmm. Really, can anyone really argue that?
The next handsome lad was voted one of the most sexiest men of 2007.
James McAvoy
Of course, he’s shamefully probably the youngest hotty on my list.
And of course, I can’t have a list of my favorite man-candy without mentioning (again) Art Alexakis
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I wanna be a junkie when I grow up
After 32 years of uncertainty over what I want to be when I grow up I have finally come to a decision (cue: drum roll). Folks I want to be a crack head! Or a meth addict or a heroine head or maybe just a big boozer. I’m not picky because there’s only one reason why I would like to hit skid row and that would be DR.DREW! 
This man is HAWT!
Of course, maybe it’s because he is the cleaned up, more professional version of my true object of obsession, Everclear’s Art Alexakis 
But I don’t care. All I know is I wouldn’t mind experiencing his bedside manner!
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By nature, I’m not a mean person. But there are situations in which I take great pleasure in toturing annoying asshats who beg to be put in their place. One of my favorite targets for a healthy dose of sarcastic verbal ass-kicking would be the suckass leaches called telemarketers… and living in NH and just surviving another primary, I’m lumping in those bastard campaign volunteers who spent the last 3 months calling me incessantly. It’s all endlessly annoying until I decided to have some fun with it. What follows in a transcript between a Obama volunteer (OV) and myself.
Me: Hello
OV: Hi is M….Myl….Milla…..available (Fucking up my name is the first sign the caller is not a close friend)
Me: This is (even though you butchered my name, you bastard.)
OV: I’m calling from the Obama campaign and would like to invite you to a party we’re hosting at White’s Park this Saturday.
Me: Saturday? Shit (yes curse words help you appear to be very passionate about your favorite candidate)! My kid’s birthday party is Saturday.
OV: Oh, well we’re sorry you can’t attend but…..
Me: Wait! You said White’s Park? Oh this might work out great.
(thoughtful pause)
Me: Are there going to be balloons at this party?
OV: Umm, yeah.
Me: Will there be food?
OV: Yes, we’ll be serving hot dogs and hamburgers as well as beverages to all the Obama suppo….
Me: Oh my god, this is perfect! Listen, I’m moving my kids party to White’s Park. This is great! I really wasn’t looking forwards to having all those friggin’ ass mokeys destroying my house. Does Obama do face painting or maybe balloon animals.
OV: (uncomfortable pause) No, I don’t think so.
Me: Well it’s still a few days away so maybe he could brush up on that. The rugrats are 5 years old, really it takes very little to impress them. I’m not expecting David Copperfield for crissakes. Tell me you’re having a petting zoo and I’ll be in heaven!
OV: petting zoo? No I don’t think so. (this guy is starting to realize he probably should have taken that volunteer position at the insane asylum)
Me: (slightly disappointed) Damn. Ok, that’s OK we can make this work. Listen, you guys are so awesome for doing this, I really appreciate it. And don’t worry I’LL bring the cake! Totally got that covered. This is going to work out incredibly well. There will be lots of adults to keep their eyes on all the little monsters so maybe I can get my drink on. No cleaning up after all those little nose-miners, no accidents, no spills, no shit stains on my carpets!
OV: Ummm, ma’am….
Me: Alright so count us in! Let’s see, my husband and I, although I’m not sure we’ll stick around the entire time, we like to take advantage of ‘us’ time whenever possible, so that’s 2 adults and 17 kids including the birthday girl!
OV: Well, I don’t think…….
Me: OK, so I’ll bring the cake, no worries there for you. But if you could finagle pony rides that would be great! BYE!!
click.
pretty sure that would be the last call I recieved from the Obama folks.
Of course I was pretty easy on that bastard compared to this genius.
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