For those of you who don't know, I have been nursing a massive teensy-weensy crush on Michael Buble. But I have to let him go. *sniff* I found out today that he has a girlfriend. So I bid him adieu, until such time as he becomes available for fantasy again. (I don't poach. Not even for pretend.) And if this (stunningly beautiful) woman turns out to be The One, I'll be happy for them both. And on the hunt for a new celebrity crush. Have fun, Michael!*sigh* Until we meet again....y'know...for the first time.
Here she is. The lucky girl. Her name, I think, is Luzana. She's from somewhere in South America. Argentina, I think. Anyway, she's lovely. I wish them all the best. Someday, I'll find my own.
I am Michelangelo's David BEFORE he ever took a chisel to it. A marvelous work of art in the making, but a lovely piece of nature in and of itself, if, perhaps, a little raw in form. And I'm a girl. I'm all about the subtle distinctions. I had never given much thought to the way I view the world, but I have been informed by reliable sources (namely every intelligibly speaking person I've ever come in contact with) that it is rather, er, DISTINCTIVE(read:bizarre. I prefer to think that it's part of my charm, and thus far people have been kind enough to let me keep this illusion). Fortunately, my particular brand of, um, quirkiness, tends to tickle people's funny bones and not their mob-mentality, burning-in-effigy bones. Small favors! Heh. Phew!