I had a brilliant if I do say so myself post for today but I left the key pieces to it at school and must postpone it (ha! I'm punny) until tomorrow. Assuming I will have my wits about me in 18 hours and remember to bring them home.
So now, because I am ridiculous [and naughty], and because I've missed him, and it's Cuatro de Mayo, I give you caramelo de ojo: my Mexican boyfriend, Gael Garcia Bernal, times 4.
He's literary.
He's pensive.
He's hygienic - no swine flu here!
Muchas gracias to this person for getting this shot.
I would never have left the bathroom...
He's weary of all this devotion, perhaps.
