(no subject)
I'm watching Jude Law on the Actor's Studio.
Like a frosted mini-wheat, the wheat side knows that I'll likely not ever meet him in person, let alone engage in the manifestations of my lust for him. However, the frosted side says, "Bathe him and bring him to me."
Like a frosted mini-wheat, the wheat side knows that I'll likely not ever meet him in person, let alone engage in the manifestations of my lust for him. However, the frosted side says, "Bathe him and bring him to me."
no subject
that may become my new life outlook :)
no subject
<>*drifts off into vague and distractedly swooning state*