angelgazing | in which I will, in fact, talk a subject to death

I've said it before, you know, many, many times, and I don't think that people really believe me. But for me, the prettiness is just a bonus. I swear to god, people, it's his mind that I am in love with.

Here, have a sample of why:

It’s odd, perhaps, that the fancy young Mr. Cooper would have this aggravated outsiderish sense. But it goes well with his self-deprecation. Take the night a few years back that he talked on-air about the inevitable (and deeply misguided) offer from Playgirl to pose nude: "The last thing America needs to see is my pale skinny little chicken legs running around. Maybe I could pose for American Poultry." Funny stuff, coming from a man whose hot-and-heavy devotees have littered the Internet with ga-ga fan pages.

Took a nap earlier and dreamed that I dreamed that I was dreaming. Make that one make sense. And no, as it turns out, I haven't gotten anything done tonight. Woo for unproductiveness! Or something!

Now, why does LJ make my icons so much darker than they're supposed to be? Why is it so hard to get a good shot of Anderson smiling? Why, why, why? ::weeps::

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