So... for those of you privvy to my little "situation" at the moment, please take the following under advisement.
Although normally I would be right there with you, drooling over pictures of adorable mens, sending me pictures/links/smutty stories/tantalizing info right now is NOT helping my situation. I repeat: NOT HELPING. ABORT.
So, to make myself clear, I present the following demonstration of things that will NOT help me in my time of need, and I hope to pay you all back just a little by doing this.
DO NOT, under any circumstances, send me pictures of :
Josh Groban angry:
That does bad, BAD things to me. God I want to make him angry. I want him to tie me up and spank me for my insolence.
Or Josh Groban's amazing arms:
Josh Groban's ghetto booty:
Josh Groban making anything even remotely resembling an "O" face:
Or Josh Groban in, on, or anywhere near a bed because that is completely UNFAIR:
Also, Josh Groban leaning on anything, smiling, licking his lips, FLAPPAGE, caressing a microphone, or (OMFG) pictures of what I can only pray is a tube sock stuffed with 8 rolls of quarters in his pants will also send me over the edge.
In addition, Daniel Radcliffe wet is off limits:
As is Daniel Radcliffe reclining or leaning in any way:
Or just Dan being too purdy for his own good:
Due to health reasons, I will not be accepting any pictures of the gorgeous David Cook at this time either:
Also off limits, for obvious reasons to those of you who have read my books. Hayden Christensen and Ben Barnes WILL NOT BE TOLERATED. It is one thing for Vincent and Cain to haunt my every thought, but to be bombarded with their physical incarnations on a daily basis is PURE TORTURE. So knock it off!!!!!!!!
I thank you in advance for your cooperation. And...
It serves you right.