I have given Jeremy ENDLESS grief over his wildly obsessive, slightly creepy love affair with David Archuleta. When we watch our Tivo'd American Idol, we have to sit through no fewer than THREE repeats of his songs as Jeremy rewinds them and gushes over how great his boyfriend is. And yes, he has downloaded EVERY STINKING SONG that has come out of that kid's mouth from itunes. If his fan club is ever in need of a new president, they'll know who to call.
I thought the large vein in his forehead might actually explode last night when I told him I wanted Cook to win while he was in the process of text messaging his votes for little Archie. When I told him, yes, I may in fact call and vote for him, well I might as well have taken one of our Cutco knifes and planted it squarely between his shoulder blades.
FYI: Rooting for David Cook=ultimate act of betrayal. I'm sorry, I agree the Archuleta kid can sing but I can't get over how awkward and Gomer-Pyle like he is. Plus, I think Cook is awesome. Way more my style of music. But Archuleta is definitely way more Jeremy's--keep in mind that this is the guy that dragged me to box seats at the BARRY freaking MANILOW concert.
So after the results show, Jeremy will either be prancing around on cloud nine for a week, or he'll be calling in sick to work so he can mope around the house clutching a crumpled, tear-soaked picture of his man/boy crush listening to "Imagine" on his ipod over and over and over.......