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Well I know it's been forever since I've posted here.....but I've been asked to keep a journal regarding my upcoming move. Figured I might as well start now. I'm moving in less than a month, and there's so much to do including finding a new home, searching for production gigs, changing my cell phone & bank account, preparing for my Atlanta yard sale, and routing my cross-country drive. Given this, it's amazing that all I can do is obsess over Marty Casey from Rockstar INXS. I couldn't care less about INXS, but I got sucked in when I caught one his first performaces, and have been a goner ever since.
It's nice that I'm in the company of many, many women from the message board, who are in their 30's and 40's and madly in love with the guy (yes, I do frequent the message board. I told you, I'm obsessed!)
They write about how fun it is to have a schoolgirl crush like this. And many of these women's husbands are calling Marty "female viagra" and praising his ability to improve their sex life so dramatically.
I find my own preoccupation with him somewhat disconcerting. While out walking dogs all day long, as I let my mind wander (which comes with the job) I find myself thinking about just a wee bit too much.
On last night's show, the singers had a cake fight at the mansion, and ended up taking a group shower together. Jordis rubbed cake all over Marty's chest. Be still my heart....
Perhaps this is simply my own avoidance mechanism for all the issues concerning my move. Why worry about logistical necessities when I can fantasize about shirtless Marty covered in chocolate cake?
*le sigh*
It's nice that I'm in the company of many, many women from the message board, who are in their 30's and 40's and madly in love with the guy (yes, I do frequent the message board. I told you, I'm obsessed!)
They write about how fun it is to have a schoolgirl crush like this. And many of these women's husbands are calling Marty "female viagra" and praising his ability to improve their sex life so dramatically.
I find my own preoccupation with him somewhat disconcerting. While out walking dogs all day long, as I let my mind wander (which comes with the job) I find myself thinking about just a wee bit too much.
On last night's show, the singers had a cake fight at the mansion, and ended up taking a group shower together. Jordis rubbed cake all over Marty's chest. Be still my heart....
Perhaps this is simply my own avoidance mechanism for all the issues concerning my move. Why worry about logistical necessities when I can fantasize about shirtless Marty covered in chocolate cake?
*le sigh*