selfishjean85

So as I sit here with my mother and my dogs, (actual dogs and not dawgs) and the results continue to pour in, just now Nevada, it's a little surreal. Is this really happening? But it is, and it was almost moving to see Jesse Jackson in the crowd at Grant Park in Chicago.  But can I just say that I am oddly attracted to Keith Olbermann. And I know now you're like "hey, I thought we were going to talk about Barack?" we will my friends. I'm just going to write a whole blog about sexy democrats. Like I told the lady that I sat next to at the Barack and Michelle Obama rally on Saturday 'They just can't make them bad" in reference to the hotness factor of all of the democrats that held office in attendance that day.

Let's start with a local Coloradan because that's what I know. If you have some sexy dems in your state please send them my way.

Bill Ritter... I just enjoy his clean cut/rugged look. Because he may wear that nice suit jacket with a tie but he's sporting a pair of jeans and boots with that. Nothing says sexy like dressy casual!

Enough with the triple A ball we're going to the Majors!

Mr. President-elect: Barack Obama. That man is sexy, and not in a Bill Clinton kind of way. Have you seen him walk? Youtube that shit. It's like a swagger, and if Michelle wasn't so tall you know women would be all over that! God, and it does not hurt that he his an amazing orator. Because brains just adds to that sexiness.

Now on to Sexy Joe. I'm talking about Joe Biden. Look at him in that photo. I sort of have no words for his hotness.

I think I shall leave with this, and let you bask in the sexiness... soak it up America, he's going to Washington!

My next blog might focus on the sexiness of broadcasters...

Dear Blogerton: (I know you're thinking double Gs and not just one, I say nay. Go with it.)

I should be doing homework, keyword: should. But I figure hey, everyone needs a break. Even though I take more breaks than most I seem to tire easier than most even with those breaks. I think I have some sort of illness called laziass syndrome... passed down from my ancestors... those lazy asses taking siestas up against a cactus. (was that racist? probably a little, huh?)

I  think I'd like to have a real break, just from work though. Scratch that, from life. I'd like to have a week or so of just sitting around on my fat ass... oh wait, I'm doing that right now. Drat.

So this week of no motivation has made me want to quit school and do something daring. Although, quitting school again would be daring and bold, and just fucking stupid. I know a certain someone... dates this red head that I think should be with me for the ride on my attempt to be daring. Who agrees? You, you, or maybe you half a bottle of Stella Artois? The crowd has spoken and Stella agrees. Alicia needs a buddy for this buddy system of daring things she has just created.

I always took that buddy system too seriously. I'd get paired with a hot guy and in return I'd tease him until he became my buddy. Damn you buddy system! Perfect opportunity and I blew it. Actually, I didn't blow it. I blew nothing because friends don't blow each other. And that is your food for thought tonight. Don't blow your friends because they don't want you to.