Wednesday, February 01, 2006

You bring me closer to god

I know I've posted about Ian Somerhalder before, but who doesn't want seconds? I was just about over missing Boone and today Ian showed up on the cover of the new Men's Fitness magazine. Ouch magoucha. Damn. Dayum. I didn't know he had guns like that. Also? Brotha can wear the shit out of a wifebeater. Ian is presently doing some the-a-ta. Has anyone caught Dog Sees God?


maddie said...

I'm suprised you didn't post a picture of the eyes. They are the most clear light blue I've ever seen.

Michael said...

Good call, Maddie. This one gives you the eyes and I'm partial to the scruff, too.

maddie said...

Thank ya, that's exactly the view I was talking about. Scruff is always a nice touch too. All that scruffiness and then those eyes you can get lost in. Lost...HA! My day is complete. :)

Bodhi said...

I loved him in Rules of Attraction, when he was dancin' on the bed in his underwear to George Michael's 'Faith' with that other cutie who's names escapes me ...


I'm not a huge fan of the show Lost, I can generally take it or leave it. Though I am not remiss to watch it every now and then just to be Lost in the Matthew Fox hotness, I'm sure you understand. But anyhoo, when Ian's character died in that show, I am not ashamed to report that I cried like a baby.

'Noooooooooo, but he's too cute to die', I said through the tears.

My daughter had the audacity to roll her eyes at me.

The Other Andrew said...

She's not the only one...


(Of course I jest...)

Bodhi said...

I know where you live bitch!

Jest so you know ;-)

Bodhi said...

Ok, the other cutie dancin' on the bed to 'Faith' with Ian in Rules of Attraction was none other than Russell Sams.

Well, I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you.

Oh, but I gotta think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them, too.

Oh, but I need some time off from that emotion,
Time to pick my heart up off the floor.
And when that love comes down without devotion,
Well, it takes a strong man baby, but I'm
Showing you the door,

'Coz I gotta have Faith
I gotta have... Faith
Yes, I've gotta have Faith, Faith, Faith
I gotta have Faith, Faith, Faith.

Baby, I know you're asking me to stay
Saying please, please, please don't go away
You say I'm giving you the blues...

Bodhi said...

Did you know that for quite some years I sported the permanent designer stubble ah la George Michael?

Oh shut up bitches. It was hella manly and damn sexy. I also sported very closely cropped (number 1 on the clippers) hair at the time. It was a good look, it worked for me, m'kay.

And as to the sex in public toilets with complete strangers? ... ummm ... I think it best if I leave that at a personal 'no comment'.

I think I'm done with the sofa
I think I'm done with the hall
I think I'm done with the kitchen...table baby

Ummm, I'm talking to myself here, huh?


Bodhi said...

... and it's not even 10pm by your little clock thingy here Mikey. I hope your out having fun. Surely you can't be in bed already?

Can you? Really?

Ooooh, what are you wearing? Thinking of me? What are you doin with your hand? ...

The Other Andrew said...

What is this, too much Diet Coke with Lime or something? You are off the hook, baby. I can't even begin to imagine what you're like on real sugar.

Michael said...

Damn, I missed the gay parade again. I was asleep. I complain about this rural prison, but one nice thing is hanging bed sheets (and pajamas) out on the line to whip in the fresh winter wind. The bed and jimjams are then DIVINE and impossibly inviting and could only have been improved by one thing.

The Other Andrew said...

Temptress. Don't talk me of DIVINE sheets and jimjams...

(Actually, maybe nix the jimjams?)

Bodhi said...

Ooh, did someone just say Divine?

Turn around
Stand up like a man and look me in the eye
Turn around
Take one final look at what you've left behind
Then walk away
From the greatest lover you have ever known
You walk away
You're tellin' me that you can make it
On your own, by yourself
All alone without my help
Mister, you just made a big mistake

You think you're a man but you're only a boy
You think you're a man
You are only a toy
You think you're a man but you just couldn't see
You weren't man enough to satisfy me

Shut the door
Take a look around and tell me what you find
Shut the door
Take a giant step for you and all mankind
Then don't come back
I always gave you so much more than you deserved
No, don't come back
'Cause no one makes a fool of me
You've got a nerve to walk away
Mark the words I'm gonna say
Mister, you just made a big mistake

And Andrew, moi on pretty much any addictive substance is somewhat of a site to behold. If you think I would be bad on sugar, try to imagine moi after days spent on amphetamine (speed).

Anyhoo, I was just bored at work, and Mikey would not come out and play (and plu-ease bitches, spare me from any 'then why don't you play with yourself tag', m'kay)