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I posted this in my Myspace but felt the need to post it here....LOL Just wanted to share my epiphany. :)



Today was sucky. No elaboration is needed. Just that it sucked.

After an afternoon of getting my new tv stand set up and all of my living room decorations in their proper place...I sat down to watch Phantom. I don't have reception for TV stations so it's movies for me at this moment in time. Anyway...while watching Phantom a thought came into my little head. Yes...one thought. It was such a glorious little thought. Let me share it with you...

We all know of the 6 degrees of separation. Well...I realized while watching the most amazingly, fantastically, mind blowingly gorgeous man that by the degree way of thinking....we are connected. Let me break it down for you...

Lisa - my friend who works on the Phantom show at the Venetian in Vegas.


Anthony Crivello - The Phantom for the Vegas show whom Lisa has an accquaintance friendship with.

ALW - Andrew Lloyd Webber, the man who wrote the play "Phantom of the Opera" and whom Anthony knows.

Gerard Butler - Played "The Phantom" in the movie "The Phantom of the Opera" and was cast for the part by ALW.

So...how many degrees is that? Why that would be FOUR!!! Four degrees of separation from the most amazingly gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes upon. God has smiled upon me today. I shall sleep well tonight. *giggle*




FYI...watching that man on a 37 inch television is just too wonderfully amazing. *sigh*

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