Close the Door!

I'm coming out with my Jake love. When I say love, I mean it in the most immature junior high sense: I used to love Jake Gyllenhaal (heh heh...Bubble Boy is a "cult hit"). I had a special little symbol for him that me and my friends would write everywhere. He had a code name. I knew his birthday -- fun fact: it's the same as Jamie's (different year) -- and would watch him sing lovingly during our concert rehearsals (yes, I used to sing). Most telling of all: I could spell his last name. He knew about this love because all us underclassmen girls loved him. Unfortunately, he was kind of a prick sometimes -- but also in that immature junior high sense. He's grown out of it since then, I think.

Anyway, with that introduction, I present to you: Action-Hero Jake. Yes folks, they're outrunning ICE. A little known cure to ICE is closing the door.

Also: cheesy-romance Jake.

I worry. I still believe that Jake is a better singer than he is an actor. Maybe he'll be like J-Lo and start a singing career.

P.S. I just remembered something so embarrassing about my Jake-love. I actually used to take pictures for the school yearbook and I definitely stole the ones that I took of him that weren't used in the book.I blame it all on my 13 year-old lameness. Although, I could probably sell them on eBay to some boy-crazy teen...hmmm...market-savvy.