I don't know if I can handle it.
Heterosexuals? In my journal? Likely, etc., etc.
I watched some of 102 Dalmatians this morning, and oh lord Ioan Gruffudd. Every time he was on screen I turned into a squealing idiot. WHAT ARE THESE FEELINGS
AND! I really like Esquire (magazines are italicized, aren't they? Uh.) but I feel like I shouldn't? I imagine it's the same feeling men get when they read Cosmo. ~Secrets~
Well, I've got a court date, so I should gtfo.