Caught in skintight spandex

Don't know why but the oddest things seem to trigger me of these days. Always been there, I guess, this queer lil idiosyncrasy that drives some of my friends crazy - I tend to laugh or snigger at almost anything. But when you burst out laughing right in the middle of a discussion on the rising cases of ventilator-associated pneumonia... it's weird :)

Didn't get much sleep last night either since I got the same problem again. The visiting insomnia comes on and off in unexplainable bouts but at least I managed to pick up the right clothes ( that matched! ) this morning - instead of the psychedelic nightmare yesterday ( along with the skimpy black thong underneath ).



You guys wouldn't believe it but I actually saw Chris Evans' abs twice this week. Did I say his abs?... I meant Fantastic Four. Ahem. Really. And hell yeah, he's a man ( paraphrasing the Accidental Boyfriend ) I'd literally crawl across broken glass just to grope his bare ass. I never believed anyone could look sexy in spandex but he has proven me so wrong with that exceptional swimmer's physique poured into blue skintight spandex...

Then today at the meeting, I imagined myself in a spandex suit ( after imagining Chris Evans in and out of a spandex suit since hell, it was boring talking about nosocomial infections ) and started laughing. That would have made an ever odder spectacle than me in a black thong.

I'm weird. :) And in need of sleep.