Not if it's a non-human or non-attractive person.
By the way, I just had the let-down of a lifetime. It turns out that I had my "darling" Rob Sheffield's looks mixed up with those of the real darling--Austin Scaggs, Boz Scaggs' son, who also writes for "Rolling Stone". Some jerk mixed up the names or something, and this whole year I've been pining for some Quasimodo-looking guy. What a BUZZKILL. No wonder people involved in the journalism world would always give me strange looks when I mentioned how cute he was. I wish I were born blind so I could just appreciate his excellent writing and what a cool person he is, but I can't. Check THIS out, for Chrissakes.
http://www.sundancechannel.com/sonic/index.php?ixContent=639I did get to correspond with him on e-mail, which was thrilling, but now I feel like a dog with a meat-flavored rubber bone
Maybe I should take a look at the guys who go at my school or something.
If you ever see a photo of Austin Scaggs you'll know what I mean. And why I spent a year of my life in vain writing doting things in my journal.
Today I drew a picture of a headstone in it with "Here lies confetti's crush on Rob Sheffield, R.I.P. 12/00-12/01", with grass and everything. No, I'm not on anything. I'm just the dork of the dorks.
