Talk sensible to me.
Eye. Fucking. Candy. Both of 'em.†
Click for big. Seriously, if you don't click for big, there's something wrong with our relationship. Trust me. You WANT to click for big.
And if I can't feel better, the next best thing is that y'all should feel better.
I know, I'm a train wreck. Don't worry about me. Weakness shines through some days. While it ain't pretty, it's nothing to worry about.
[SUMMARY: Look at the fucking time. Does it look like a good time for coherent thought?]
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): In my next life, I want to be this photogenic.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed -- oh, the irony): I'd jump The Boy in any public place in a heartbeat. I'd gladly bake Shane cookies. See the objectivity?