It's just a few months ago that I crushed on Johnny Weir at the Athens Olympics. He was back in international competition this weekend in the World Championships and he was sitting pretty until he flamed out in the free skate. OK, that was fun to write. I never cared much about figure skating before him, but he's just SO OUT THERE, that I can't help but love him. Here, for your viewing pleasure and mine, is a video of Johnny shopping. Enjoy! Thanks to freakgirl for the link.
While I'm on the gay tip, can I share a little story with you? You won't judge me, will you? At least not too harshly. I was working out during lunch today and I opened a locker to stash my stuff and there in the bottom of it was a pair of swim trunks. Not any random trunks, but those of one half of the Snow White/Rose Red (one fair and blonde, the other swarthy dark goodness) hunka brothers that I ogle at my gym. I recognized them because they are distinctive board shorts and also because the pattern has burned itself into my retina from all the staring. So I was sorely tempted to steal them. I know, I know, you're repulsed by me now. It's not like I was gonna get all twisted with them. But I didn't take them. I did put them on my head for a sec and sniffed them, but I left them where I found them.