"I'm sorry, I'm beginning to hate your face."

I'm not sure if it's healthy or not, but I think that both McCloud and I seem to have a "fake relationship" with our morning radio DJ.  Now, for those of your not in the immediate seattle area, or without an interest in dirty indie rock, you probably dont' know him, but basically he's perfect. 

- He's always there (at least from 6-10am monday through friday, which is enough for this girl)
- He's Witty (though my standards are lower pre-coffee)
- He's self deprecating (who doesn't like that, it makes him accessible!)
- He's got an adorable kid (who says funny things on the air, but who I have no responsibility for)
- He's got impecable taste in music, and is friends with everybody (neato!)
- He's nerdy (....)
- Annnnnnd last but not least, when he's on a roll I'm certain that he puts me in a good mood for the rest of the day.  (and i'm DEFINITELY grumpy when he's gone and "Troy" fills in. ew.)

What do we think? Is it normal to adore faceless personalities that you don't have any interaction with? or is it a sure fire way to eliminate disappointment?  I for one am currently for it.  I look forward to my dose of the morning show as though I'm meeting a friend for coffee (or makeout? its confusing...). So I think it's fine.

Anyway, this morning John was indulging another one of his (I'm sure somewhat obsessed) SWF listeners in her recent breakup and playing loud breakup rock.  He popped on a tune I hadn't heard before titled "I'm sorry, but I'm beginning to hate your face."  I just about peed when I actually listened to the lyrics.  The song was catchy, but not all that intersting, but I'm sort of in LOVE with that line.  It might actually replace "pigwhore" or "douchewaffle" as one of my new favorite sayings.  I think it will be particularly helpful when:

a) mouthing off to The Trainer
b) receiving exceptionally bad service (a la pigwhore-hostess at the cabin..)
c) mumbling under my breath at coworkers, employees, general acquaintances.

Love it.  So not only did our fake boyfriend provide me with an energizing and uplifting soundtrack this morning, now we have an inside joke.  I'm pretty sure it means that makes us official.  I'll probably facebook him about it later...

Oh John.  I will never ever begin to hate your face.  (possibly because I never see it).

More later. :)