Nocturnal Journal

It’s 3 am. I must be crazy. Sorry, couldn’t resist. Yep, I’m sitting her typing away at my computer hoping that a sexy man in a loincloth shows up and forces me to keep my eyes open.

Let’s be honest. If a hot guy showed up in a pair of sweatpants I’d keep my eyes open.

I’ve got my headset on, listening to Italian music and finding myself suddenly wishing I lived over there. Damn, some of their male singers could win a wet panty contest in about four seconds. That’s a good thing people.

I was on a ‘stay away from Italian immortal hero’ kick. I believe this marks the end of that. Thank gawd. I want my caramel colored sex gods back. No offense to the rest of my non-Italian characters but a girl has got to have her fix.

This brings up a good question. Do any of you find yourselves drawn to books because of the characters nationality or race? If so, why? No saying because they’re hot. All men are hot. Well, wait. I take that back. There was this one guy at a 7-11 that had this massive beer gut. The kind that hangs below shirt level and somehow manages to swallow his body to about his kneecaps before showing off his stylish leather flip flops. He had some weird thing going on with ear wax forming on the outer edges of his ear. It was disturbing. He was disturbing. So, no, I guess I don’t find all men hot.

Anyone else hungry for cheap nachos and a slurpee?

Mandy (who, as usual refuses to proof her own post)

Ooo, almost forgot. Anyone know how to link to other blogs? I'm blog challenged.

mandy@mandyroth.com

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