|What? Huh? Oh, I'm sorry.|
What were you saying?
If you are an avid reader of this blog you already know my response. My favorite actor is Daniel Craig. Not because he’s some great thespian or because he’s going to change the world with his acting. Nope, he’s my favorite because of that gorgeous face, those penetrating eyes, and his tighter than a piano string body. I am, in general, a fairly shallow person who is easily distracted by shiny things.
|This is how I know|
God loves me.
I thought I couldn’t love any other James Bond more than I loved, what’s his name, oh yeah, Pierce Brosnan. Don’t get me wrong, Pierce is a brilliant actor and he's aged like a fine wine, but he can’t hold a candle to Daniel Craig. Is Daniel Craig a good James Bond? I have no clue! Haven’t you been reading? I don’t care if he’s any good as long as he keeps showing up on screen sans shirt.
|I give it five minutes.|
Sadly, Daniel has recently married. This move just blows me away. He knows I love him and he knows I’m available. What does Rachel Weisz have that I don’t? Other than a stunning face, rocking body, intelligence, and an international film career, I am a way better woman than she is. Daniel will eventually come to his senses and recognize the error of his ways. And when he does, I don’t know if I’ll take him back. Oh who am I kidding, of course I will.