So, I’m an absolutely self-proclaimed “obsessed” David Cookie fan and I honestly have no problem with it. I put the word “obsessed” in quotations to make myself seem less “crazy” or “psycho” to the viewing public and I put those words in quotations because how would I know if I wasn’t actually psycho? Hmmm…
But how “obsessed” am I about David Cook? You could say on a scale of ‘obsessed through stalker-ish”, I fall right between the two. Okay, I’m extremely exaggerating (and possibly making some people nervous) for entertainment purposes. I mean if I was actually obsessed, I would have already named our kids and chosen where we would get married. And if I was really a stalker, I would be getting ready to follow his tour bus all summer. Honestly, I just really enjoy David Cook…times ten. And it’s not because of his divine charm, his sensitivity or the fact that he seems to be the nicest and most generous man alive. Or the fact that he has this sort of hidden bad-boy charm to him. And it’s not even about the fact that he has the most haunting voice or has the meanest left-handed guitar playing skills. Okay, who am I kidding? It’s definitely a combination of all those things. I’m telling you, David Cook has the whole package. He’s cute, has amazing talent, is extremely smart, and has amazing legs. Right? Right?
So anyway, because of my enormous love for David Cook, I have devoted this blog to talk about this man without anyone rolling their eyes and telling me to stop be annoying.
And to clear things up: yes, I do have a life. I just choose to fill my days thinking about the Cookie man. Okay, totally exaggerating again…or am I? No, totally joking. I just love him! Is that a crime?
If so, sue me.