Now I can have RyRey all to myself

I'm sure most of you heard all about the Ryan Reynolds/Scarlett Johannsson breakup by now. Oh, and what perfect timing! When I already can't get enough of the beautiful man by repeatedly watching Just Friends over and over - now I can bask in the wonderfulness that is the fact that this year's Sexiest Man Alive is single again! AND shooting a movie in Atlanta. I mean damn. I seriously would LOVE to meet him slash marry him. He's beautiful and sexy and has perfect bone structure. Not to mention a body that makes my toes curl. And who can forget his sense of humor! OMG. New mission: scour the city of Atlanta to meet him and make him fall madly in love with me. I mean hey, if I can meet Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley at the Clermont Lounge, surely I can find Ryan Reynolds. I just have to be at the right place at the right time.

If you need me, I'll be searching for the love of my life. In the meantime, here's some enjoyable eye candy:

The Friend Zone Part 1

Everyone knows the Nice Guy, right? That guy who seems to always be the one you can call on after your boyfriend dumps you. The one who will pick up your bar tab even though there's not a shot in hell that you'd go home with him. The guy who you can totally be your worst self around and he'll still adore you. He's just so nice. He compliments you and might even shower you with gifts on your birthday. He treats your friends nicely. He's just...Nice. And in the words of Ryan Reynolds, if you're the Nice Guy, you've just become the "non-sexual entity to her and she'll never see you as more than a friend."

The Punchline

So I'm going to go ahead and apologize for yesterday's post. I'll be real honest with you guys. I have hardly slept in 4 nights until last night. I don't think I went to bed before 3:00am on Thursday, Friday or Saturday night. And Sunday night I wasn't in bed til almost midnight. And I think I was just completely out of it and I hardly remember writing yesterday's entry. And I had probably one of the least productive days at work imaginable. And I have no one to blame but myself for that.