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Eh, it's Joe Go Le

I never had a lot of celebrity crushes growing up. I felt awkward joining in with my cousins when they would say that the random old guy was hot in pirates. You know, the one Will makes the sword for? Yeah that one. I didn't understand why my fellow campers had Orlando Bloom on their pillowcases. I just never got into the whole thing.

Until recently. I have recently discovered there are some pretty men out there. Now, I'm a reasonable person, I know that there's no way in the world I will ever meet these people. And I'm completely in love with Sammy. But I think it's ok to think other people are attractive as well.

First it was Adam Levine. It was the messy hair and scruffy beard that got me. I'd never really liked facial hair until Mister Levine. But then I made the unfortunate mistake of googling him and seeing things I didn't want to see, and seeing that he has a very limited vocabulary made up of four words. I no longer find him attractive.

Then, it was Andrew Garfield. I was introduced to him in the social network. Imagine my dismay when I googled Mark Stuckerbergs actual best friend and saw he was nowhere near that attractive. He seems like a great guy. No visible tattoos, no scandals I've heard of. I'm happy for him and Emma Stone. They're so cute together.

And then, there is Joe Go Le. Normal people refer to him as Joseph Gordon Levitt, but his name always gets stuck in my mouth so Joe Go Le it is. He, my friends, is a handsome, classy man. I love seeing him in movies, and every time I see a picture of him he is classily dressed, always wearing a full suit. Yes, yes it is possible to be sexy and wear clothes. I know right?!

AND HE SINGS!!! OH MY GOODNESS!!!! Youtube it. And runs Hit Record. Check it out. It's cool.

 Last summer Sammy got a magazine and he was on the cover, so I borrowed it from him and now I have a mini Joe Go Le collage on my wall. I've never really put celebrities on my wall, but I felt like now was the time to. I'm running out of time for it to be acceptable to have celebrities on my wall. So, hello Joe Go Le!

You're cool. Goodnight. 

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