O. Obsession.
I ♥ that picture of him. Oh Yoochun, I guess you already realize how smexy you are.
I have been quite obsessed with Yoochun lately, pimping him at bestuff, turning on my screen saver to drool at his pictures, and changing the wallpaper on my phone on a daily basis to suit his my moods.
Last Friday was my grandmother's birthday. All of my family was hanging out around my grandparents dining room table, eating cake, and being goof-balls. Then my aunt's phone rings and everyone starts laughing because her ringer is Walk it Out. Then my mom, who is 17 years older than my aunt and puts Enya in the rock genre, says that she has a ringer we would all like too.
Everyone's like, "okay. okay. let's hear it."
She plays an old Missy Elliot song, work it. I'm stilling laughing out loud.
Then my cousins start playing their favorite songs.
My family has created a perfect opportunity for me to pimp the dongbang boys. I played Million Men for them.
At first they wanted to know if it was a new song, but then they realized they couldn't understand the lyrics.
So no converts as of yet, but I think I'm wearing them down.
The Best Part.
Later on, while I'm cleaning up, my grandfather ask me to come around to his side of the table. He has my phone in his hand. I assume that he is going to ask me to show him how to slide up the faceplate so he can see the keypads, but instead he says, "Leese, who's that pretty young thang?"
"Huh?" I was dumbfounded.
"Is it you?" He's starts to smile.
I still have no idea what he is talking about.
My mom says, "The picture on your phone.
I start laughing, and then I apologize, and say "No, that's a guy. He really does have a very prominent Adam's Apple."
My grandfather stops smiling.
Poor Yoochun. You're just too pretty handsome.
It happens again on Sunday when my great aunt from Carolina come up to visit. My grandfather asks me to show her son-in-law the picture. And like my grandfather, he says, "Who's she?"
I explain and he says, "They don't dress like they used to."
I guess he'd rather see fish floating in the heel of someone's boot. :-\
At least my family's starting to spread the charm of Chunnie (even if they're using him as a parlor trick).
Disclaimer *Hides from Cassiopeia*:
As far as me looking like Micky, it's a 100 yd stretch.
In my junior/senior year of high school I wore my hair in a similar style; though, I usually pulled it back.
I blame old age and image reduction for the confusion.
I really should have been working on my resume or writing emails for references and contacts. I'm such a procrastinator.