What happens is not as important as how you react to what happens.

Ok, ok, we FINALLY got around to seeing Revenge of the Sith this afternoon, like WEEKS after everyone else in the WORLD has seen it. Anyway, I thought it was totally AWESOME! Young Anakin was QUITE the hottie before he fried himself. I have a ‘thing’ for those dark, brooding types with long, messy hair – not to mention my lust for men in tall boots, tunics,  and flowing capes (or long Matrix leather coats). I must’ve been the lover of a Samauri warrior in a far and distant life.

I think I need to take up fencing. The light saber battles turn me on ALMOST as much as the hot men in tunics and cloaks. Even in the LOTR movies, it was at times difficult to discern whether the rush of adrenaline was from Aragorn’s kingly hotness or his impressive handling of that sword.

Now that I’m all hot and bothered again with all these images of men in boots, capes and tunics wielding swords with magical finesse floating around in my head, I need to find my way back to my sofa and bank accounts somewhere in this mundane galaxy and figure out a way to get my bills paid without bouncing my FUNDS into the next galaxy. It’s such a total BORE to be an adult.