I think I'll go puke now.

No, it wasn't the dinner I blogged about earlier, I just read this. Go on, go read it. I'll be here waiting...

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Aren't you just sick? I mean, seriously. The boy doth protest too much, me thinks, about his UNDYING love for Kate. I could have sworn it was all a publicity stunt to cover-up his being a homosexual or some other such thing (not that there's anything wrong with that, believe me, I'd rather he be gay, and frankly I don't really care), but maybe there's more to the story.... Eww I don't even want to think about it.

Oh well. My trashy mag loving self will just go drink another glass of wine and pitter away the time until Lost airs.