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Well, Gavs is puke sick. Again. Has been since last night. There was a looooot of laundry to do; nearly every blanket, towel, swatch of fabric entirely was YAY! puked on! Which most likely means that I'm gonna wake up tomorrow doing the same. The worst part is, I just thought, "If I DO, I just ate Oreos and chocolate milk. Huh. Messy it shall be, then..."
Meanwhile, how is it that I find our sweet Mr. Hartnett getting beat up with a baseball bat hot? I mean, it's a MOVIE, I wouldn't dream of wishing that to happen to him in real life (no, I wouldn't, not even kidding!), but holy crap. I've watched, rewatched, re-rewatched, re-re-rewatched etc. that scene many times the last few days. If someone could come forward and say, "Nothing wrong with that, I luv it too!", please do so. Anonymous, if it must be so, but can anyone make me feel like less of a freak? Fanks! :D
Meanwhile, how is it that I find our sweet Mr. Hartnett getting beat up with a baseball bat hot? I mean, it's a MOVIE, I wouldn't dream of wishing that to happen to him in real life (no, I wouldn't, not even kidding!), but holy crap. I've watched, rewatched, re-rewatched, re-re-rewatched etc. that scene many times the last few days. If someone could come forward and say, "Nothing wrong with that, I luv it too!", please do so. Anonymous, if it must be so, but can anyone make me feel like less of a freak? Fanks! :D