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Eddie Cibrian's Dimples

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Because c'mon! Shame on Invasion's slowburn peril for not providing them a more frequent showcase.

Wentworth Miller

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.

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•  2004-02-11  •
 

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jlb   |   18:25

•  2004-02-06  •
 

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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