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Monday, April 27, 2009

Daydreams

So this morning I was outside smoking a cigarette (yes, I'm still a dirty smoker. I don't want to be but that's the state of the union right now) and I sort of spaced off, as I usually do.

I thought about how nice it would be if, sometime this spring or summer, the man and the kids and I went downtown in Eureka and did some shopping and sightseeing.

And wouldn't it be nice if I ran into my very favorite actor (who after all of these years still holds the number one position on my Celebrity Fuck List), Josh Holloway, who just so happened to be in town vacationing as he's on hiatus from filming LOST?

Oh, yes...that would be nice.

I would tell him how much I love him- I mean, how much I love his work. My heart would pound and my cheeks would flush. Kevin would embarrass me by saying something stupid and Josh would feel this overall sense of uneasiness whilst trying to remain polite.

Yes...very nice.

And then later on that day, maybe I'd ditch Kevin and the kids (maybe?) and hit a bar and run into Josh again. Maybe slip a little something into his drink to loosen him up. Or, knock him out, whichever comes first.

Then maybe I would drag him to my car and start heading to a local hotel where I've already booked a room under an assumed name.

Don't worry. I'd be nice to him. Make sure he was returned clean AND without a clear memory of what transpired the day before.

It's good to have dreams. Things to aspire to.

3 comments:

Sassy said...

Awesome! Make sure you film that shit!

beckyboop said...

Oh Holly, I love the way your thoughts just snowball...

word verification: atedu

ewww!

Ange said...

I was right there with ya, every step of the way, not having a clue who you're talking about, but trusting your judgment that he's worth all the trouble.

I needed that.
I've finally realized that I fantasize about the characters these men have played, but who knows what they're really like once you have him in the car, unconscious and drunk. We'd likely be disappointed by them in real life. Not that it wouldn't be lovely if Josh said to you at the bar, "Oh, I know YOU! I'm a big fan of your blog. I'm in love with your mind. Can I take you to Europe?"
My hubby's been the bomb lately, so I've turned off the fan-o-meter for a little while.

Glad you're keeping our creepy stalker group alive, though. I'm sure I'll be back soon. Chris Pine is starting to grow on me, and then you know what happens next!
"Get out of there, Holly! You only had the room for three hours."

wv = dental