1) pistaccio almond ice cream
2) driving with the heater on full blast and the window rolled down on a moonlit night in winter.*
*Yes I realize "winter" for Arkansas means it's 25 degreesF at night. go smurf a parka!
I love driving with the windows down and the heat on with a ciggie. It's so heavenly.
Anyway, I love trashy TV. The trashier the better. I love new york, Flavor of Love, Rock of Love, blah blah blah. I love thethat's mindnumbing. I get so into it. The Real World too! Oh man.
And uh, my favourite guilty pleasure is napping. I feel bad for napping when I should be doing something else or I know I won't sleep at night. But I just love laying down and falling asleep.
Listening to Britney Spears.
To me, "guilty pleasure" is oxymoronic. I am not guilty for the things that bring me pleasure, as they are not things like molesting children or killing people.
Oh, wait. This is in Gen. Chat. In that case, BANGING OLD LADIES!
Eating Rowntree's Ice Lollies by biting out all the colour layers.. One by one.. (you probably don't understand...).
I <3 Monkey Boys.
Ed Wood movies.
You hold my heart in your manly hands I wanna feel the throb of your handsome gland. I wanna hold you tight like a newborn kitten, against my flesh like a cashmere mitten. Tickly tick, I'm makin' skin bump heaven and all the way down it's lookin' cleanly shaven. Prickety pricks, it's stubble on stubble I better slow down or I'm in real trouble. Want you, touch you, feel you, taste you! Knick knack whacky whack 'till I see the man stew. spin you around let me see that hole! I'm a tunnelin' in a like a short hair mole. Once I'm inside I'm gonna leave a trace, half in there and half on that face! One finger, two finger, there fingers gone! Mano a mano I love you John!
Pistachio ice cream is so. damn. good. *___*
At lunch I really wanted to be healthy but I was having such a chocolate/cookie craving that I just had to buy one of those super big and unhealthy chocolate chip brownies n.n
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In before porn.
Seriously though I would have to say that treating my sweet tooth is a guilty pleasure. I very rarely eat sugary or 'salty' as my brother puts it (chips, peanuts, etc) foods.
Junk food.
Family Guy.
Eastenders.
Formerly Neighbours.
capricious: I understand entirely.
Not my words Carol, the words of Top Gear magazine.
I love pajama's, underwear, bra's and lengerie almost to the point of obsession. Victoria's Secret is my favorite store and I can be found many times online surfing the fredricks of hollywood websites along with other lengerie sites.
I prolly have more pj's and underclothes and nice night time things than I do actual clothes.
Some people go to the mall to search for purses, some for sures, I go to the mall to go buy scantaly clad outfits and 10 pairs of bras and undies at a time.
It's reasons like this, that I think somewhere along the lines I should have been a gay male cross dresser instead of a woman.
If it makes you fell any better A-ness, I always thought of you as a gay male cross dresser.
Japanese technopop music laced with the angelic voices of the high-pitched singers.
EDIT: Oh, and strawberries.