What makes YOU squeal?

Seeing (and hearing) Rufus Wainwright guest star in The Aviator makes me squeal with tremendous delight.

I love the man, he's just this drawling, fabulous, gay husband of mine. When I see him or listen to him I feel compelled to wrap a rainbow scarf around my body and do an Ashlee Simpson like hodown.

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also : M.A.C. gift packaging is happiness, One Hundred Years of Solitude is beginning to get very draggy for me, and I think I will get back to that copy of Vanity Fair I abandoned many months ago. It tickled me, unlike David Sedaris' newest book, which I finished yesterday. Oh Dave, where did all the Me Talk Pretty One Day humour go?