they chose lukas.
hear him and his strange pinchy voice here. what were they thinking????? he sounds like he's trying to squeeze out a poo! and his head! it's just so small!
jason newsted- how could you do me like that? and after all the hot sex we shared in my dreams. i'm not sure i can ever forgive you.
i have to focus all my energies on my other secret celebrity boyfriends now. i'll just have to dream of julian mcmahon. he's not even my type. see what you've done jason newsted???? you've been replaced by a man with sculpted eyebrows and minimal chest hair! it's not right.
in fact it's very very wrong. very very deliciously wrong.
speaking of my dreams, lately i dream of two things: the awkward hurtiness, and phantom pets. i much prefer the pet dreams, wherein i've accumulated four dogs:
and a swell cat:
but it's just not fair. i wake up so sad! where have my babies gone? someday i shall have a tiny dog to call my own. and certainly there will be more cats. because who doesn't need more cats? they go so nicely with my knitting and spinning and general sense of hermitness.
in a perfect world, everytime i dreamt of a new pet, i would wake up and he'd be there. and craft supplies would be free, and julian mcmahon would sponsor me so i could devote my life to the glorious making of things, and lukas would go back to flipping chicken wings at hooters, and someone would buy me a miniature pony.