Saturday, June 11, 2011

Criss in T-Dot

DARREN CRISS. IN TORONTO. MY HOME (kinda).
AND WHERE THE FUCK WAS I???
WELL HALF WAY AROUND THE WORLD OF COURSE!




Aiyyyaaaa! (<--- testament to how much Hong Kong is bringing out the asian in me).
I need a real boyfriend, maybe then will I stop overly obsessing about Darren. This is not healthy. Would you judge me if I said that I quite literally get a pain in my chest thinking that I'll never meet and marry him?

Apparently Darren swears like there's no tomorrow. Is it weird that I find that endearing? It makes him more human... yet at the same time more impossibly perfect.