My writers' block seems to be actively pursuing me this week, so I'll be blogging pure nonsense until I manage to strike gold with my mutated fairytale.
Until now, all I have is a grossly exaggerated version of 21st version Sleeping Beauty who does not wake up when her necrophilic Prince presses his kiss of life upon her because she's...well, dead. And that's kind of where my story is stuck.
So to entertain myself, I came up with a list of all the men that turn me on (in no particular order). Happy leching!
Until now, all I have is a grossly exaggerated version of 21st version Sleeping Beauty who does not wake up when her necrophilic Prince presses his kiss of life upon her because she's...well, dead. And that's kind of where my story is stuck.
So to entertain myself, I came up with a list of all the men that turn me on (in no particular order). Happy leching!
Jason. The cutest romantic brooding musician ever.
Oh Matt. Oh Matt. Oh Matt!
The PERFECT man. Curtis Stone! Kiss kiss kiss.
Oh Brendan, you manly manly man! *Grrowl*
I heart James Marsden! Heart Heart Heart!
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