i still love gael garcia bernal too. 4 evs.

after a week of constant research and essay writing, my brain has sunk to the bottom of an academic quagmire and i have nothing left to give. therefore today's post is somewhat of a cop out. sorry. not really. you'll cope.

its been a while since i've posted a guilt-free three list, and considering that being trapped in academia has left me drained yet incredibly horny, i figure its a good time to do it.

pity that there's no one around to make me feel guilty for wanting to make the hot monkey sex with the below three hotnesses. unless that is, you count my hot water bottle. and believe me, he's its quite the contender for my love. so warm. so cuddly. loves to spoon with me all night long. but also happy to be pushed to the other side of the bed if i get too hot. doesn't get out of bed in the morning without acknowledging my existence. the perfect man inanimate object towards whom i have never had impure thoughts i swear.

*boils kettle*

*in a mate's way*

so here is my guilt-free three for this tuesday, june 21, 2005:

1) the thinking woman's german hotness daniel brühl:



2) fuck me dead christian bale is too HOTT for words:



3) okay so maybe he's dead, but his brain makes me weak at the knees and wet in the pants and okay so its REALLY REALLY WRONG but its not like i'm actually going to get to fuck the other two so just leave me alone in my weird, wrong fantasies about bill hicks okay:



so there you have it. take them as you will. just don't take them without inviting me along too.

and don't take bill hicks at all. necrophilia is wrong. and not at all funny.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CLEMMY!!!