I am currently in love with Rufus Wainwright. I especially loved what he said about 50 Cent: “I love, love 50 Cent. I think he’s just the sexiest, and a brilliant writer. And I know he’s gay. That cute little voice of his. It’s okay, 50 Cent. Feel free to call me anytime. My boyfriend and I are experts. You can come over for dinner. And maybe dessert.”
Is it embarrassing that I’m sitting here, eating ice cream, listening to old mixtapes my cousins made for me and feeling upset? Hell with it, I need to go out tonight.
