You Are the One
Got home late for the nth time last night, because I went and watched a movie with keanoidd, his boyfriend L, and author D. The social climber in me wants to drop names, but alas, it seems I have a tiny shred of self-respect left.
The movie we watched was "You Are the One", which I hope explains Sam Milby on the top of this post. The movie was a laugh and a half, with cliche after well-worn cliche piling on top of one another like so much dirty laundry. We also found out that the international sign for poverty and soul-crushing existential angst is a lack of eye shadow.
We had a good time, nevertheless, because we laughed at every possible opportunity and basked in the pleasurable warmth that Sam Milby's pectorals and abdominals lit within (hehe) us.