Just saw her

YANCY BUTLER. If you're unfamiliar with that name then you should get off my blog right now. Get. Get out.

I walked right by/made eye contact with/heard that deep, raspy, sexy voice of... She even held the door open for me. All I could manage was a firm, confident, "Thanks..." Otherwise, terms such as "manage" and "confidence" were nowhere to be found in my supposedly rich vocabulary (though 'firm' was certainly in the mix). I practically stopped mid-doorway as she stood there saying thanks to the clerks and holding the goddamn-motherfrickin' door for me...she was with some girlfriends, at that... Ah! Too much to take on a simple trip to La Salsa. God I would marry that woman goddess.

This goddess:








Yeah, you're jealous. I know.