… who doesn’t know I exist. (SIGH) Oh well, there’s always OBE sex, right? LOL (You will have to look that up yourownself.) I have been a squee fangirly from little up. Yes, I had a cake with the Beatles on it for my 6th birthday. (No lie. I did.) I rocked a shag haircut a la David Cassidy when I was 12. I, along with my goddaughter and Niece o’ArtsyFartsy, made up t-shirts with obscure Eddie Izzard bits on them to wear at a concert. So, this is nothing new. But I must say, the intensity of it is rather, uh, alarming. I stalk the Idol boards, learn all the latest news and hate anyone who gets to meet him. hehe Although, I am not as pathetic (am I?) as one 34 year old woman on the board who stayed up all night a week ago worrying that David would get kicked off. I dig him but hell, I ain’t staying up all night. (Unless, you know, he came to sing me a particular NiN song in the evening and then I’d surely be awake. Oh yes.)
Ahem. So, yeah. All about the Cookie. And not just the looks and mic stand movements and whatnot. His music (which I’ve downloaded and played quite a bit) is really awesome. He knows how to connect with the emotion. (Wipes up drool with towel and reminds self to at least act older than 12.)
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