Is it possible that chocolate is available in hell? Wondering why the question – because someone is headed there – don’t blame me for it, point the finger at Esquire magazine that put me in this shamble.
It was another Friday (coincidentally a good Friday). I embarked on my normal routine on Fridays and headed for my preferred salon afterwards to have my hair blow dry (perhaps your grandma did the same – I have my hair done on a weekly basis) I would certainly look like a shack if I dare to wield a round brush alongside a blow dryer. It is quite costly to do the blow-out weekly, but the money is nothing compared to the therapy bills that stare at me weekly.
Remember I said it was a Good Friday coincidentally – this made me think pure as part of my respect for such a sacred day. Guess what I was thinking of – strictly pure, nice thoughts such as white rabbits, pastels as well as Easter eggs. Hmm… don’t think I enjoyed streamlining my thought anyway, because I really wished I could fantasize and imagine Brad Pitt at my door step – well, I did my best not to shift my thought.
Oh, back to my salon escapade – I lowered my body onto the sofa immediately I stepped into the salon because I was worn out and sweaty; my mood was not just set for the additional work which the women’s magazine staring at me was about to demand from me. The extra work? Ok, it’s Better Homes & Gardens; it wants to be my assistance in preparing my potatoes and meat.
And at the other corner laid Vogue – with it’s over 600 pages of fantastic fashions – I just need to regain my energy before lifting the copy. Oprah is saying that the best time for me to enjoy my life to the fullest is now! Did I tell her I’m not living the life to the fullest? Just thinking of how to start sinking all these talks into myself made me more tired. Then, there goes a figure at the cover of Esquire magazine – Robert Downey, Jr.
Robert Downey – he has really held my admiration for a long time. Now don’t look at me that way, it is possible you are like me as well – having a secret soft spot for hot bad boys. Of course, my brain points me to a different direction – the clean cut Matt Damon, but my wobbling knees itch for the scruffy type; it is better I don’t go into the psychological explanations for my weird preference. Perhaps, one may say I’m not noticeably bright.
As cute as Leonardo DiCaprio appears, do you know I would rather do all I can to get Josh Hartnett’s interest either? Don’t blame me, that’s the weird preference I’m talking about – I know many of you ladies out there would rather die for Leo. Yes, I know Josh is the ‘worst’’ of the bunch; but to me, he’s the hottest and the most handsome. Without him (Josh), Ally Mcbeal wouldn’t be worth watching.
And as I just flipped through the article, I saw him – ‘baddish’ but better. Well, I was intercepted to go wash my hair just immediately I had my attention wrapped to read about my favorite guy. As I held on to the Esquire, I spontaneously asked my stylist, “do you have a favorite badboy?” She turned and answered, “Tommy lee’, that’s my preferred badboy – the ‘baddish’ the better! Oh well.. I feel am not alone.
Image: by Michael David Pedersen
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