I could use me some Keanu Reeves just "whoa" sex right now.

Yes, that and a whole lotta unutterable things.

Lately I've been having sexual thoughts about Matt Damon. He's been occuring in my dreams in the most alluring way and he's been good at it too. Kinda makes you wonder, hmmm. Even though I dislike him with a passion, his looks are too strong and masculine for me, the possibility of celeb sex of whatever kind will light my fire right now.

Guess who made 2 cappuchinos without the espresso today. Me. Guess who mistook caramel apple muffins for banana nut muffins and cranberry for blueberry. Me. Guess who has a written assignment to turn in on Friday of which she hasn't even written. Me. Guess who just thinks she is not good at any kind of job whatsoever.

Now, you see why I need K.R sex. Something to make the hairs stand on the back of my neck. Something asides from food which I seem to be indulging in a bit more lately.

I'll light a candle for my sanity tonight.