Wing of the West.

I may have started re-watching all of West Wing. Again. And all I have to say is:

BRADLEY WHITFORD BRADLEY WHITFORD BRADLEY WHITFORD BRADLEY WHITFORD.

Dear Bradley,

Remember that time I was walking near my apartment last summer and you were sitting at a window table in Pigalle. You were clearly loading up on proteins in between shows of Boeing Boeing and I was trying not to swoon when the most magical of moments occurred-- OUR EYES MET AND THEN THEY LINGERED! That's right, your smiling eyes fell upon my face and then they danced; OH, how they danced. 

!!!!!!!!!

Missed connection. But still fantastic. BAM. 

Just wait until Dule Hill makes his first appearance. Every time I watch the series, my heart is utterly split. Also, whenever I watch West Wing, I have a slight to moderate identity crisis and literally think I want to go to law school and then be a politician.

I guess I just want to play one in a show/movie/series?