This gorgeous man's reign of terror on me personally continues on unabated with these new photos from GQ Australia -- there are a couple more at this link if you think you can summon the strength to not tear your own face off for its inadequacies once you've done so. I myself have not the willpower! My face has already been ripped off five times today, and now it's just loosely stapled to my skull, half flapping in the breeze. Wow this post took a turn didn't it? It's a good thing nobody reads what I write here -- not when there's Josh to be stared at anyway. I could say anything! And I love that, much like Ray Stantz before me, when pressed to think of something random I immediately thought of marshmallows. I have been dying for a marshmallow lately. I think it is that when I was visiting upstate home a few weeks back I was momentarily offered s'mores but then said s'mores never came to fruition. How cruel is that? To renege on s'mores? What kind of a monster does such a thing? I will never get over that. Never. Anyway good night.
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