Jason Castro and Urinals
(Thanks, Rachel M!)
Stoner J has discovered the all-mighty Twitter. In addition to stoner-y musings, he also posts photos:
There are no words to describe the tux. But his crazy-ass fans LOVE LOVE LOVE it!
The more I look at this the more perfect it becomes. I love the set of his mouth, especially the little pout at the bottom. I love how his eyes are so serious, like mirrors into his soul. I love the shadow that falls across his forehead. I love how his hand is so perfectly sculpted, strong, adept and capable creating the perfect contrast to his gentle persona. I love how his dreads are falling onto his shoulders in a perfectly unkept way. I love how comfortable he seems in his own skin.
What do ya mean, mirrors to the soul? Is that the same as urinals to the sewer?
I have to say I love the tux/bathroom pic. Something about the pretty of Jason in the ugly of the bathroom. The dressed up nature of the tux with the grimy thoughts that the urinal invokes. I think the contrast that is in this picture captures the contrast of Jason wonderfully.
Am I the only one curious as to why he’s wearing a shit-ass Willy Wonka tux?
I love how it’s self-taken, so it’s an “alone moment,” unfiltered. I love that he’s not smiling, it makes it easier to inspect the subtle perfections of his face. Granted the beauty in contrast to the urinal is so ironic and brilliant.
I wish I was making this shit up. Seriously. Of course, that photo would have been gold had his fly been open. Now that would have been both ironic and brilliant.
And here is an example of what Castro has been doing as of late…
Watching hannah Montana taping.. Haha awesome!
Naturally, Stoner J’s tweeting has also sent his frauen into a tizzy.
I left my phone next to bed last night, and I almost fell out of bed when I got a “twitter” text from Jason at 3:30am. My notification was set soooo loud!! HAHAH…probably won’t be doing that again. My husband was like, is everything alright?
But yeah, I’m loving the twitter, and surprise updates from Jason.
I feel sorry for that woman’s husband, don’t you?