Gotye - yet another intellectual crush

I'm in love (well that's a bit of a generalisation and perhaps beer-fuelled) with the musical artist Gotye. I have met him very briefly a few years ago, spoken to him on the phone when i answered my former partner's mobile and seen him play at Meredith. That's it for personal contact - so, yes, probably not in love at all. Not even as significantly as the boy with the bad surname who's on his honeymoon. If his new wife get hits by a tsunami which can be known to happen on Thailand honeymoons, then perhaps i'll crudely have a shoe in.

So Gotye; I listened to him on my sister's ipod (never been into ipods until i realised the value of them when in car with one's parents). I am moved by his music. His music makes me think he must be an interesting man. The potential of an interesting man makes me want to get my physical appearance sorted asap. If there's any value in being single (and there's bloody lots), it is a window of opportunity to turn myself into an uber-being fit for the man of my dreams who is sure to enter stage right when i am ready.

A haircut is in order.