You KNOW it!

So, Best Week Ever was on last night, so I prepared myself for the usual laughs that the show induces. Imagine my delight when American Idol David Cook appeared. He was hilarious! I couldn't stop laughing, ya'll. Please watch. (I'd had a crush since his audition, but his side kick turned it into full-blown love.)



And then later I had a dream that he made me a Bloody Mary. Weird, but I'll take weird David Cook dreams over no David Cook dreams at all.

Funny even in my dreams

I dreamed last night that I was in class and that David Cook from American Idol was in the class for one day. I kept cracking him up, and he kept giving me The Look.



Delish. After he left, he sent a note thanking all of us for being so cool. He said he'd made some friends (for some reason this meant the females) and some mates (this was meant in the British way and meant for the guys). After the letter was read out loud, I said, "Oh, man. I wanted to be his mate!" *wink* And everyone laughed, cuz I meant the dirty kind of mate.

Then I woke up with my own version of Billie Jean in my head:

David Cook is not my lover;
he's just a guy that I'd like to scromp.
But Archuletta's not my type.