Call me Mrs. Wentworth Miller

“That’s disgusting!” cried Ambien over msn. I’ve got news for you, my friends, I’m in love again. I am addicted to Prison Break, an action thriller TV series that stars Wentworth Miller, The Hottest Thing To Hit TV. I can’t sleep and I dream of him one gripping episode after another and another… until Ep 22. Anticipating the wrap up of Season One, I’m already hunting for Season Two.

Ambien thinks he’s got a fugged up name. Another friend who’s a big fan said, “With a face like that, he can pull off any name.” Yet another sceptical friend mumbled, “The premise of the show is not enticing enough for me to watch it. I am still working my way through 24.”

Even with mixed reviews, I’m still very into my mixed hottie. Apparently, he’s a smouldering melange of Jamaican, Dutch, Cherokee, Syrian, Lebanese, English and the list goes on. The end result is a dusky tight-ass. His Ivy League breeding in (and out of) the show sets him apart from other muscle heads (read: Matthew McConaughey and associates), plus his full-sleeved torso of tattoos just make him a mite badass. With a good heart. Afterall, he went into prison to save his brother!!

Gushing aside, like in the first throes of love, I hope for a longer relationship. Do you know Season Two in Japan is 8,000 yen. Do I love Went that much? I think we all know the answer.

Pardon for my extended absence but I’ve got dates with Went. :p~

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