Having missed this earthquake by a few weeks I can’t help but be a bit touched, wondering how my new found friends are doing. I also can’t help but be saddened to think that the Pandas I never got to see may be buried under piles of rotting bamboo, fighting for their little furry lives, screaming for a glass of tea. Damn you, Karma. Damn you.
Nonetheless, I have a confession to make. I think I’m developing a man-crush on Anderson Cooper.
Maybe it’s the grey hair. Or perhaps it’s because he has his own bl*g called ‘360.’ I’ve noticed I’m getting a few grey hairs too. My bl*g even has a number in it! I dunno. And while I hope to Baby Jesus that this will soon pass, I can’t help but be alarmed at the growing list of vices. Between my penchants for younger Asian women, older, graying Prime Time male television personalities, and an escalating frequency of delaying bodily evacuations until I return to my place of current inhabitance for safe and complete disrobing, I fear the social backlash may diminish any hopes I had of remaining ‘That Cute Boy Next Door.’
Also, I’ve decided to take up tennis.
Nonetheless, I have a confession to make. I think I’m developing a man-crush on Anderson Cooper.
Maybe it’s the grey hair. Or perhaps it’s because he has his own bl*g called ‘360.’ I’ve noticed I’m getting a few grey hairs too. My bl*g even has a number in it! I dunno. And while I hope to Baby Jesus that this will soon pass, I can’t help but be alarmed at the growing list of vices. Between my penchants for younger Asian women, older, graying Prime Time male television personalities, and an escalating frequency of delaying bodily evacuations until I return to my place of current inhabitance for safe and complete disrobing, I fear the social backlash may diminish any hopes I had of remaining ‘That Cute Boy Next Door.’
Also, I’ve decided to take up tennis.
