Thursday, February 18, 2010

Pokoface Weir

Seriously, when was the last time a dude made me go "asdfghjklasdfghjklasdfghjkl", flail around and key-smash in futile desire?

Also: why does it take a white dude to really bring the bishonen look to life?

Bonus: ambiguous sexuality ftw (but who cares, really).

Ladies, today marks the day I popped my Johnny Weir cherry. Look:

That is an ASS to aim for, and I totally mean that in an exercising, non-creepy way.

And look. Minute 1.38 onwards totally killed me. You could've scraped all that remained of me into a jam jar:

I mean, it's just ice skating right? WRONG. Outside it's raining but inside it's wet etc. (remember East 17? No? Um, me neither). It's a wonder all that ice stayed frozen, ifyaknowwaddamean.

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