i’m quite the veteran when it comes to unhealthily ruminative crushes on unattainable characters: that tall chicken-legged senior with bad hair when i was in sixth grade, and that kid with thick eyebrows and an irresistible smile.

now, stalk is a strong word, but i can’t think of another to describe my frantic girlish pursuits. those two were real people, and once i grew boobs and stopped dressing like an angry human eggplant, such pursuits ended largely in success.

[yea bitch]

in addition to my live breaches of personal space, i have suffered a right plethora of celebrity obsessions. johnny knoxville was a huge one, as was the surly vampire chap from HIM. i would save hundreds of their pictures and write them songs that were beyond abominable. needless to say my obsessive tendencies had to be quelled… but i do believe they’re acting up again.

this one deserves it. i love him. i want to sniff his shoulder blades. i’ve been listening to his album since it came out and ADORED his tragic smoke-filled-medieval-castle-with-a-dragon-in-it-and-also-clouds-and-magic-dust-and-maybe-a-cool-banquet sound. but today, i saw what he looks like, and i can’t deal with it.

meet Pat Grossi, a.k.a. Active Child: the harp. his socks. DEAR LORD.

give him a listen if you haven’t heard him–he’s got a truly magical voice and it’s wonderful music for brooding.