If I'm going to hell it has nothing to do with hamburgers on Good Friday, just saying...
Sitting in the fish and chip shop last night, I flicked through an old Woman's Day and came upon a page going on about the "beautiful perfect wedding" of... guess who? Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush.
I laughed so hard I just about face-planted in someone else's flake and chips. Someone else's because I was actually getting a hamburger, because: a) I'm a heathen carnivore who doesn't eat fish; and b) no meat on Good Friday is bullshit, far as I'm concerned. If you seriously do that, but don't go to church, I just don't know where your head is at.
After this, we watched Kinsey, which was somewhat underwhelming, and I was less impressed with Sarsgaard's full-frontol and the snogging than I was with the way he spat out the word "fucking" - he can do that again and again on endless repeat, if he likes.
And then I borrowed Ultraviolet from Jono. I patted it and called it precious. If this doesn't lead to more Quick, then clearly I'm broken.
I laughed so hard I just about face-planted in someone else's flake and chips. Someone else's because I was actually getting a hamburger, because: a) I'm a heathen carnivore who doesn't eat fish; and b) no meat on Good Friday is bullshit, far as I'm concerned. If you seriously do that, but don't go to church, I just don't know where your head is at.
After this, we watched Kinsey, which was somewhat underwhelming, and I was less impressed with Sarsgaard's full-frontol and the snogging than I was with the way he spat out the word "fucking" - he can do that again and again on endless repeat, if he likes.
And then I borrowed Ultraviolet from Jono. I patted it and called it precious. If this doesn't lead to more Quick, then clearly I'm broken.