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Eddie Cibrian's Dimples

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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.

•  past loves  •

 
•  2004-12-13  •
 

On Awakening at Five O'Clock in the Morning

You are awake and don't know why. It is five a.m. You went to bed at 2:30 because you were watching S4 Farscape on DVD and Crichton just sold out Earth and the crew of Bizarro Moya to Scorpy in return for help finding non-robot Aeryn and it was all so good you just had to finish it. You probably fell asleep around 3:00.

So you're awake after a measly two hours of sleep. You don't know why. You first blame the boy cat, who's vacated the bed and is crying in the kitchen for some reason. Five a.m. is not an acceptable time to start begging for tuna. You curse him silently, close your eyes too tightly -- scrunch them ferociously shut -- and here's what you think about while you attempt to regain unconsciousness:

• The Very Special Christmas episode of The X-Files was really good. You wish they would syndicate it every holiday season alongside The Grinch, Charlie Brown and Frosty. Because Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer is creepy in the bad, claymation way -- not the good, ghosts-make-main-characters-shoot-each-other way. Most holiday specials just don't end with all that gore.

• Were you dreaming of walking through the ravine in Hastings? Did you dream that you passed two people on one of the paths at the top of the hill? Could you not see their faces? Did they have faces? Why is this tiny, fuzzy bit of dream memory infused with panic?

Arrested Development. You won't remember later -- when you wake up for real -- what you thought about it, but you probably thought that it totally rules.

• What if you woke up so abruptly at five a.m. out of instinct? What if there's something or someone in the apartment? What if the boy isn't crying in the kitchen because he's hungry but because someone's trying to open the door? He loves to make new friends -- they might have food! -- so he always runs to the door whenever there's any noise emanating from its vicinity.

• Maybe you're awake because it's like a fucking CTA bus in your bedroom! What is up with the massive heat all of a sudden? Why are you sick to your stomach from it when you should be asleep?

• What if you have a ghost and it needs you to do something so it woke you up?

• That Point Pleasant show looks kinda creepy.

• What on earth are you going to get everyone for Christmas? And when are you going to shop for it? And when are you going home? And how will you get there? And will you spring for the Jaguar rental even though you just dropped $250 on the car rental last weekend? And will you spend all day at work tomorrow shopping on-line instead of doing work? And will the gifts ship to MN in time? In time for what? When are you going home?

• How the hell did it get to be 6:11 a.m. and why are you awake again?!? Get away, boy cat! The alarm is set for seven!


jlb   |   11:06

•  2004-12-10  •
 

Super Turbo-Thrust

Look how cool Girl-Bart's car would have been if she'd had the presence of mind to be born forty-some years earlier so she could purchase it in 1960.



It doesn't even need a spoiler to look bad-ass. That's some terrible planning on your part, Girl-Bart. Now go back to your poops.


jlb   |   14:31

•  2004-12-01  •
 

That's right, you twit. I ass-checked you. What?

How to annoy the ever-loving shit outta me:
  • Sit next to me on the train, carrying not only a bag and briefcase, but also a stank-ass bag of McDonald's.

  • Proceed to eat your fast food feast while sitting next to me on the train.

  • Answer your mobile while eating next to me on the train, necessitating food chewed with mouth open.

  • When your call ends, and your last fry is Hoovered and you're bored, start trawling through your mobile menu in search of something to amuse yourself. (Note: Be sure your mobile settings make each button pressed emit a loud, chirpy beep.)

  • Decide to scroll through your contact list (which contains at least seven dozen entries) one...name...at...a...time, so that I get to listen to the following for a good five minutes straight:

    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP
    BEEP

  • Get my hopes up that you'll be getting off the train at Belmont by putting your mobile back in your pocket and adjusting your belongings in your lap.

  • Do not get off the train at Belmont.

  • When I say "pardon me" as the train pulls into the Sheridan stop, do not do the polite thing by getting up and standing aside in the aisle so that I can get by easily.

  • Instead, do the ubiquitous and reviled CTA Butt Swivel so that I have to squeeze between you and the seat in front of us.

So, yeah, I totally meant to ass-check your head on my way past. Suck it.

and everyone was waving goodbye
like no one had a care in the world
singing at the top of their lungs
singing to the ship in the sea
throwing all the roses at me
throwing wishes into the night
blowing kisses up at the sky
everyone was waving goodbye


jlb   |   23:57

 

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