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Because c'mon! Shame on Invasion's slowburn peril for not providing them a more frequent showcase. Wentworth Miller
He's my boyfriend. He is. No, he just is. He's all green-eyed, widow's-peaked, melting-pot hotness and oiled-massage voice. He's it. • past loves • |
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jlb | 18:25 Beauty like this deserves a song (which I was singing all morning long). Mustang, Mustang I love you Doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo In other news, I jot notes to myself as I go about my day to remind myself of things I need to do the next day. I'm looking at my notebook right now and this incredibly descriptive note stares back at me: BUY That's all it says. Better yet, just above it is this one: new Cyndi "Cyndi" is underlined. What the hell could that mean? And why did I think it was so important? Any insights you may have, pass my way. jlb | 18:20 |
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