david cook ruined my life

if i could title posts on this thing, this would clearly be called the first time ever i saw your face: david cook ruins my life, v1.0.

or something to that effect.

the stupid hair. the dweeby vest. the — god help us all — soul patch! what the actual fuck, david cook?

and yet, i won’t lie. i would’ve hit it. he was cute, dammit. yes, in a hot mess kind of way, but he was adorable and well-spoken and that VOICE. i know a lot of people who weren’t sold until the infamous “word nerd” clip, or until he sang “hello” or “billie jean” or “always be my baby” or whatever. me? nope. audition. there were a few others i vaguely liked during the semifinals, but i just couldn’t bring myself to care about any of them when there was david fucking cook with his arms and his guitar and his dirty t-shirt.

so yeah. from zero to RUINED in about two minutes. of course, the effects of the devastation weren’t immediately apparent, but that day, january 29, 2008, was CLEARLY the beginning of the end.