Know what I love doing? Kissing. The first time I saw the Manfriend, (whose lips are a cross between
Angelina and
LL in their deliciousness), I wanted to grab his face and kiss it for a week, and that was even before I wanted him to be my Manfriend.
Whether it's a soft brush on my eyelid or a ravenous om nom nom, I'd rather be kissing than doing most anything else, especially writing a paper about ethical decision-making models in counseling, which is what I've been doing for the past week instead of posting here.
In penance, I have compiled a list of some of my favorite kisses in film history, for your viewing pleasure, because if anything is as good as kissing, it's a list.