I dreamt that I was BFF with Victoria and we were shopping. She drove a Honda Del Sol. It was weird. And we went to Target. She told me she always buys her handbags at Target. And I said, "But what about all of the Birkins?"

"They're fake, love," she said. "Target is mayjah! Now hurry up, we have to go pick up Marc (Jacobs, of course) at JoAnn Fabrics."

And then I woke up in a cold sweat.

Here's my list (Please note, they are in no particular order. Unless I happen to actually meet one of them...then you're number one, baby. You've always been number one...call me!):

1. David Beckham: Absolutely no commentary needed. He's quite possibly the perfect male specimen...as long as he doesn't talk. (Ok, so I added commentary...shoot me).

2. Michael Phelps: That's right. The body makes the list. Don't hate.

3. Adam Scott: A beautiful professional golfer/Burberry model with an Aussie accent? Yes please!

4. Clive Owen: I always say the movie Closer is the most unrealistic movie ever because no woman would EVER dump Clive Owen for that awkward midget, Jude Law. It just wouldn't happen. Clive is hot.

5. Geoff Stultz: I watched both seasons of October Road in their entirety (some episodes twice) because of him. That's love right there, bitches. At one time I was going to have a t-shirt made that says, "I (heart) Eddie Latekka." That's right...I'm as pathetic as you think I am right now. But come on, he dates the chubby girl. It's like the cutest story line ever!

That's my list as of 5/5/08. I'm a fickle bitch. It can change.

It's on...