david cook ruined my life

life-ruining x 5. seriously, david cook, let’s talk about your band. you weren’t content to simply destroy me with your own awesomeness. oh hell no. you had to bring in a total bamf guitar player covered in ink, who like, READS and shit. and then another guitar player with big sad shiny eyes and shiny hair and a voice like hot tea with honey. and then a bass player with a halo of curls and stupid fantastic purple pants and a friendly-puppy disposition who looks you right in the eye when he speaks to you. and then you add insult to injury with a boy who plays the drums just like animal, if animal had striped tank tops and hot arms. AND THEN THERE’S YOU, DAVE, with your stupid face and your big dumb boots and your lips and your guns and your perfect nose.

ruined. ruined. ruined. ruined. and RUINED.