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?
I’m sorry for everyone whose comments went unposted. I wasn’t moderating. I developed some trouble with my ftp, and nothing published on the blog. I think I’ve sorted the problem by deleting the aberrant code. We’ll see!
Wow. He’s…
OMG ANNIE!!!!!!!!
HOT HOT HOT
LINDA B
WTG WINNER!
LINDA B
I think he’s pretty hot myself. Something about that pose.
Doesn’t he make you want to hug him and rub his shoulders? And… well, I probably better not go on.
I swear that’s Sam.
No. I am the expert of all things involving Darling Sammy (and I swear I have all the pictures of him posted on the interwebs) and that is NOT Darling Sammy.
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.
He wins the Emo Olympics. I’m having the hardest time staying focused. I want to write about him!
he’s angry but helpless
look at his loosely curled fist. he wants to hit somebody or something but realizes how futile it would be
look at his loosely curled fist.
Really? I thought maybe he’s just holding a Kretek cigarette.
I had to Google that, dude.
“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 is the smoke of choice of emo boys and girls. I should know. I spent most of my high school allowance on cherry-flavored Djarum Black.
It was what I smoked while sitting in the catwalk, listening to the Cure on my Discman.
Oh. I forgot Morrissey.
Morissey smoked them or you listened to him up in the catwalk?
I listened to Morrissey while smoking Kretek and watching the assholes on stage mangle “No, No, Nanette” from the catwalk.
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.
Is ‘emo boy’ the new term for ‘tortured poet?’ You know I love my tortured poets. I’m working on something right now, and dude isn’t tortured at all, makes me crazy. Folks aren’t going to believe its mine.
More or less, Ros. How much of the torture is real depends on the emo boy’s background. They’re sort of into suffering, though not always in a S&M way.
“….by deleting the aberrant code….”
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!
Okay, I have to ask.
The 1/2 woman… was she a midget, or someone who changed her mind after you got to 2nd base?
I happen to know a family named “Payne”. Billy, Terri, Chris, Todd and Allison. And they are, sometimes a pain ;) They’re also not at all emo. So that didn’t get a rolled eyes from me.
That’s good to know. The story is starting to fill in, whether I want it to or not. And I’m using the title The Island Faerie.