some nights, for one reason or another, i can’t get myself to sleep. twenty past eight in the morning, sun­light ear­holing my peri­pheral vision, trying it’s best to give me one of those head­aches that spreads out from the back of your eye sockets. nights like these, i kinda just kick back, roll a joint, and see where the internet takes me.

this is shannyn sos­samon. i’ve kind of loved her for a while, since the day i almost saw her nipple in a knight’s tale. you remember that scene right? at the joust?

i’ve always had a thing for slightly unusual girls. you know, kinda tom­boyish but dis­tinctly fem­inine. the one’s that never look like they’re ever trying too hard, but always somehow find a way to manage. the type you can take to a dingy dollar drink nights one day and then some high-​brow comtem­porary pho­to­graphy museum the next. i mean, when you look at this pic­ture, what do you see? the pea­coat, the pink top, the black cap. that’s just straight-​up low-​maintenance gar­nished with a dash of hip hop.

as a guy who’s got some­thing heavy for beat­making and turn­tab­lism, this pic­ture is about as hot as it gets. the right girl is all about the details. it’s not her body, or the slightly-​tight sweater, or those amazing fucking hands, or the fact that she is spin­ning… it’s those god­damn brace­lets that makes this photo. there’s nothing flashy about her. she just glows.

and this pic­ture basic­ally shows you why she’s so fucking awe­some. i mean, she’s not the hot­test girl on in the world… (don’t get me wrong, she’s fucking gor­geous), but like all girls who end up standing out from the rest, she’s got that cer­tain some­thing about her that you’ll never be able to figure out (and if you do, that magic gets ruined). this photo is from a rehearsal with her band warpaint (www.myspace.com/​worldwartour). it’s not that she’s in a band (with her friends and her sister), but the fact that she sits in the back, where you can hardly make her out, over­shad­owed by the other girls on stage. the band isn’t about her. she doesn’t need to call atten­tion to her­self. plus, she dresses like a normal human being. UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE.

thank you for reading. i hope you’ve all been educated.

(i know, i need to get laid.)