Sightless

Slow night. Gotta save up on those sleep hours since I've been going out late every night for the past week. No posts last night since I was out downing several mugs of beer with some chips while my colleagues and I talked about the upcoming weddings. A woozy head doesn't a good post make - only makes me randy and horny as hell actually.

Took a blind tip today and decided to check out a new series ( suggested by my ever-friendly pirate DVD guy who shall remain unnamed ) called Blind Justice.

Sure, Ron Eldard might be a sightless homicide detective in this series but that doesn't make him any less yummy :) A lil older but still delicious in his suit and shades. Wounded in the line of duty, this stubborn cop makes it a point to get back on the force despite his own misgivings - and the crap he's dished out by his colleagues on the force.

All of us have our own handicaps, whether it has to do with our six senses ( yeah, I did say six! ) or something else. We can't help it, we're all human after all. No one's perfect, not even that hunky, muscular guy guzzling beer at the end of the bar who might have a hangnail or a sixth toe on the foot - well, except for Chris Evans who's just perfect in every way :)

I have more than a few handicaps of my own, and I've mentioned more than a few of them here. And I actually like them - as odd and kooky as some of my handicaps might be, as I'm sure I'd love the idiosyncrasies of yet-to-be-found boyfriend. We all hear of Prince Charmings coming by with their chargers but seriously, who'd want someone impossibly perfect? I certainly wouldn't want the shiny, spotless facade of a paragon since the reflection of my own inadequacies would drive me slowly insane for sure.