Michael...

I (heart) this boy.
There are many Michaels I have loved.
Michael Jackson is a supremely talented being and hugely misunderstood.
My only car, a 1990 Hyundai Excel that weighed less the Shacquile O'Neal was named Michael. I mourned the death of that sweet, sweet machine.
And now this amazingly fantastic 19-year-old human named MICHAEL CERA. Have you seen Juno yet? PLEASE do yourself a goddamned favor and see this movie. Have you ever watched Arrested Development? I hate TV and I love this show. Mostly for him. He's like every one of my gay/dorky/band geek/drama nerd/borderline depressive and supremely intelligent male friends in junior high and high school. As previously mentioned, I was a fat girl, and befriended every homosexual and/or just artistic boy in school. Michael Cera is like the best of all my misfit pals rolled into one divinely wonderful and hilarious being.