Hey blogosphere,
Anybody who has known me for more than two minutes knows that my number one goal in this life is to meet Alexander Skarsgard. Don't get me wrong, my list of life goals isn't that long, it sort of looks like this:
1. Meet Alexander Skarsgard
2. Meet Dave Matthews
3. Find a white blouse that isn't see-through
4. Die
Before you start pitying me, keep in mind that I've traveled extensively (thank you, United States Air Force and my dad!), had truly great conversations, been in love, own a home, and am generally pretty satisfied.
SO, if there is any justice in this world, I will get to meet him one day. I'll tell him how talented he is and how much I admire his work. I'll ask him if he was ever really happy with Kate Bosworth. I'll ask if I can take him to the store and dress him like a giant Ken doll.
That being said, I think I'm going to start a support group for True Blood fans. It will be called Eric Northman Is Not Real and He Will Never Love You. We'll meet to discuss his smug smirks and his caring ways when it comes to the women in his life and how that voice of his makes us shiver. And then we will say the sacred mantra:
Oh tall and sexy Eric Northman
with your legs so long and eyes so bright
we know that it's not possible
to share your bed tonight.
Every Sunday evening
we watch your glorious form
and remind ourselves that men like you
are really not the norm.
We'll go to be unsatisfied
lusty wrong thoughts on our mind
telling ourselves that its okay
not to squeeze your hot behind.
Amen.
I think I can anticipate membership in the realm of 4-5 million women and men.
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