Dear Garrett Hedlund,
You and I first met a long long time ago when you were in a little movie called
Friday Night Lights. We're talking like 2004.
You were adorable. And fucked up. You and Lucas Black and Derek Luke and Jay Hernandez. And who knew Tim McGraw could act? I digress. I waited avidly to see what you would do next, which turned out to be
Four Brothers, where you were adopted into a family with Marky Mark Wahlberg, Tyrese and Dre 3000 from Outkast. Yeah, it was that kind of movie. And Chiwetel Ejiofor was the villain! (Ilu, Chiwetel \o/) And then you fell off the fucking map. And I missed you. But now you are back,
and hot as fuck, about to take over the fucking world with
Tron Legacy and then there's
this movie with Fishstick Paltrow (Country Song) where you are all grizzled and manly. And you sing. YOU NEVER MENTIONED THE SINGING PART BEFORE. And thusly I shall have to see this movie.
♥