My little J.T. infatuation

So I've had this thing for Justin Timberlake for several years now, though in my defense not until his post-In Sync years. Say what you will -- he sings in a falsetto, looks perpetually 18 (wait, is that a bad thing?), is a pop star (so uncool) -- but no, my devotion will never falter. In fact, it's only getting worse, now that I have gotten hooked on his new album that came out and most recently saw him in Alpha Dog, where they made him all yummy and tatted up AND he demonstrated that he can act. Sigh.

Now, oh lordy, things are really getting bad, with me sitting in my room in the ungodly Moldovan heat of late and an incredibly slow dial-up connection trying to download the video for What Goes Around Comes Around. It has not only my dear J.T. in all his stubbly-faced swaggering heartbroken glory, but also fire dancers, corsets, AND the hotness embodied that is Scarlett Johansson, AND it's filmed like a movie, AND by the same director as Alpha Dog.

So now I've gotten to watch about 4:15 of 9-something minutes of my dear song, even though my room looks like a cyclone hit it and I could probably be making a more constructive use of my time, but not unlike the temptation when heating up a pot of water, I keep staring at my little youtube clip, waiting for my lovah man.

Sigh.