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2. An harangue; a long tirade on any subject.
3. A record of her attempt to climb out of writer's block
Hi, My name's Tom, of Finland. You know if he just put some eyeliner on he'd look less like he's headed to Mickeys or some other random boystown disco. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I don't think that's what his stylist was trying to project. Or is it just me?
first, omg, Mickey's. remember that night when we were tutors and dwight took us there? did you know dwight lives here AND he was just in Chicago Magazine as an eligible single one MUST know?? and that he sings in cabaret here? wow. total flashback.
second, i think he looks kind of like an intense owl. i think they were going for hot intensity and just got 'well, that's different!'
that said, i'd still want to see him and shia labouef in a shirtless soccer match. (i know i'm bad! i know it!)
I swear somebody somewhere on a blog I read recently said she had a quasi-maternal case of the hots for Daniel Radcliffe. And I don't know who it was! I so wanted to give her this link.
hm, rupert grint. must look him up. yes, the facial hair is slightly ridiculous. i'll blame the stylist who seemed to be a tad too enthusiastic about butching up young mr. radcliff.
I had to come back to see this comment chain; it made me snort out loud. I heard Dwight was in Chicago; that he is singing cabaret does not suprise me. And HOW could I possibly forget being taken to Mickeys? I regard that night as a rite of passage for a young faghag.
i remember the first night i ran into dwight in chicago: i had just moved here and was celebrating my birthday with some friends at some gay club. i was totally rolling on a party favor someone gave me as a birthday gift, dancing under the disco ball and having the best time of my life when someone said, Ding??
i turned around and there he was! shirt off, also dancing under the disco ball and possibly also 'enhanced' by a party favor. it was hilarious. i've run into him at various parties every so often and it's just so funny to see him.
the fabulously gay hardcore academic who sings cabaret. only dwight.
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um, thanks, atalanta.
hee!
Hi, My name's Tom, of Finland. You know if he just put some eyeliner on he'd look less like he's headed to Mickeys or some other random boystown disco. Not that there's anything wrong with that. But I don't think that's what his stylist was trying to project. Or is it just me?
first, omg, Mickey's. remember that night when we were tutors and dwight took us there? did you know dwight lives here AND he was just in Chicago Magazine as an eligible single one MUST know?? and that he sings in cabaret here? wow. total flashback.
second, i think he looks kind of like an intense owl. i think they were going for hot intensity and just got 'well, that's different!'
that said, i'd still want to see him and shia labouef in a shirtless soccer match. (i know i'm bad! i know it!)
OMG, I thought that was Frodo for a minute, Elijah Wood.
Fellas: Do not grow out your facial hair until it is coming in thickly enough to not look ridiculous. Please.
Now, Rupert Grint and Shia I would pay cash money to see in that match...
I swear somebody somewhere on a blog I read recently said she had a quasi-maternal case of the hots for Daniel Radcliffe. And I don't know who it was! I so wanted to give her this link.
hm, rupert grint. must look him up. yes, the facial hair is slightly ridiculous. i'll blame the stylist who seemed to be a tad too enthusiastic about butching up young mr. radcliff.
tom of finland. snort.
doh! rupert grint. duh. ronald.
I had to come back to see this comment chain; it made me snort out loud.
I heard Dwight was in Chicago; that he is singing cabaret does not suprise me. And HOW could I possibly forget being taken to Mickeys? I regard that night as a rite of passage for a young faghag.
yeah, that was the gateway experience.
i remember the first night i ran into dwight in chicago: i had just moved here and was celebrating my birthday with some friends at some gay club. i was totally rolling on a party favor someone gave me as a birthday gift, dancing under the disco ball and having the best time of my life when someone said, Ding??
i turned around and there he was! shirt off, also dancing under the disco ball and possibly also 'enhanced' by a party favor. it was hilarious. i've run into him at various parties every so often and it's just so funny to see him.
the fabulously gay hardcore academic who sings cabaret. only dwight.
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