I’m having one of those moments. I don’t know if I can’t sleep, or if I don’t want to sleep. Part of me wants to stay up all night, just because I can. I wonder why I don’t want to just go lay in bed, close my eyes. My thoughts have been a riot of emotions lately, bouncing back and forth. Not enough to worry me yet, but enough that I have my guard up. My word seem to be coming faster than my brain can keep up with, my filters failing me a little. I’ve almost slipped at work a few times, said things I shouldn’t have. I need to focus more, repress the worse parts of my personality. Remember that not everyone can handle it, not everyone should have to. Tone it down, keep it low key. Must focus. Words are getting away from me again, I’m straying topics, going off on tangents. Not thinking anymore, just typing, letting what comes out, out. Last night, I couldn’t wait to get in bed, now I’m trying to put it off as long as possible. I think I’m going to have bad dreams again tonight. I don’t want to let that happen. They’ve had a common theme lately, and I don’t like it. I try not to read too much into them, most of the time I can explain them away with rational reasoning, but this is too much. I don’t want this to be true.
“I remember being sad at 19. But now, the last night of my 20s, all I can say is, “Thank God that’s over.” With a Jameson. Neat.”
— @onthestorm. Someone remind me to say this in one year and two months. Exactly.
“Seriously, if I’d known this is where my life was gonna end up, I’d have worn different shoes.”
All I want is silence.
Sometimes I just feel like I’m too old to keep doing this.
Such a classy individual.
Why He’s Hot:
- Have you fucking heard this beautiful man sing? If you just know him as some dude who was on American Idol, and sang that cheesy song Time Of My Life, then I’m sorry for your goddamn life. I’ll help to convert you. Here, watch him sing Hot For Teacher and then pour water on himself. Shit fuck damn. (That whole pouring-water-on-himself thing? He does it often, and he does it well.)
- His face is a motherfucking masterpiece. Especially when he smiles. And especially when he decides to smile his crooked smile, hot damn. And there’s always the smug smirk that makes you want to smack him, and then have copious amounts of sex, just saying.
- He loves kids, and he loves hanging out with kids, and the picture evidence of such hanging out tends to make ovaries explode across the nation.
- Bulge. You’re welcome.
- And there’s this thing about him that everyone sort of loves: he is is fucking gorgeous. Whether he’s got washboard abs, or a slight belly; whether he’s sporting eyeliner, or going clean; with his tattoos, his arms, (and, oh, I’ll just slip these in here totally inconspicuously), he’s sort of a beautiful GQ motherfucker.
Why He’s Hot:
- Matt Nathanson is most famous for the song “Come On, Get Higher”, and for a good reason, too. If the lyrics aren’t enough to make your ovaries explode, then the music video should definitely be enough to push you over the edge.
- The way he plays his guitar. Look at the way he holds that thing. Don’t tell me that the idea of snuggling up to him like that while he plays you sweetly doesn’t make you hot all over. I won’t believe you.
- His voice. He has that perfectly gravelly singing voice that gives your ears a shaking orgasm while simultaneously making your knees give out beneath you.
- His sense of humor. Okay, if you haven’t dropped your panties (or boxers) yet, watch this. Matt has that dirty, witty sense of humor that just makes you want to rip all your clothes off and jump on stage. Even when he’s going through the contents of his mediocre swag bag, you can’t help but laugh, even though you really just want to jump his bones.
- His lyrics. Do I even have to fucking explain this one? If you have ever heard a Matt Nathanson song, you know what I’m talking about. Lyrics that are heartbreakingly sincere and creative, yet still manage to constantly mention hot sex. As much as Matt mentions tangled sheets, you know he’s gotta be good.
{submission}
Sometimes I sincerely doubt my ability to be a good person.
However, I have a dog now and he is perfect, so maybe I’ll let him be the good person instead.
