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Saturday, July 28, 2007
Just because
What is it about him? Came across this picture, and I'm finding it hard to put him out of my mind, even though I have other things I need to write. He could be Jared Padelecki for all I know. But look at the angle of his head, the tension in his shoulders. What's his story?He tells me his name is Payne. I know; I said the same thing myself. And he answered: "It's my last name, idiot. Just how emo do you think I am?"
Could you resist writing his story? Would you even try?
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Doesn't he make you want to hug him and rub his shoulders? And... well, I probably better not go on.
Jared Padalecki has massive shoulders that defy his tailor's stitches.
But dear heaven, I want to bring his head to my bosom and tell him it's going to be okay. And share with him the ice-cream sandwiches I've been hiding from Tim.
look at his loosely curled fist. he wants to hit somebody or something but realizes how futile it would be
Really? I thought maybe he's just holding a Kretek cigarette.
"Kretek are cigarettes made with a complex blend of tobacco, cloves and a flavoring 'sauce'. The word "kretek" itself is an onomatopoetic term for the crackling sound of burning cloves."
It was what I smoked while sitting in the catwalk, listening to the Cure on my Discman.
There was a girl I hung out with named Krissy who liked to cut herself with razorblades and pour lemon juice on it. Honest, she carried around a little bottle of lemon juice.
So that is how it is done these days. Shame, we are losing the personal touch when we expunge former lovers now.
Ann Aguirre - I do not mind being ogled. The level of testosterone coursing through my veins, however, will only serve to disappoint.
By 'honour' I meant your charms.
Apologies for missing your comment at my cess pit. I have rectified the oversight.
Jaysus ladies, he's perpetrating the oldest ruse in the book:
'feigning tortuous angst'
This 'trick' landed me 457 and 1/2 women when I was 21!
The 1/2 woman... was she a midget, or someone who changed her mind after you got to 2nd base?