If loving Nick Cage is wrong...

I'm a fat girl in spandex jogging shorts. I said it all right. From Valley Girl to The Sorcerer's Apprentice my affection for his sweet dopey charm has never faded. I know he's gawky and awkward and possibly a financial criminal, but my heart holds him dear. The legitimate awesomeness that is his "I-don't-know-that-I-should-give-a-f*ck," persona was only confirmed for me when I read his telling of a naked, fudgesicle wielding, mentally ill trespasser in The Onion yesterday. Oh, Nicky boy, you're honest bewilderment with every human being on earth is refreshing. And to those Negative Nelly's who's biggest thrill is to mock you, I say tsk tsk! Keep entertaining me with your off-kilter brand of life and project choices. Keep 'em guessing!