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Friday, September 19, 2008

Do You, Don’t You Want Me to Love You?

Just wondering.

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Platonically, you can love me as much as you want.

But not in the gay way.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.


on Sep 19 2008 @ 09:39 AM

It’s a tough proposition for me.

I mean, here I am, miles above you.

However, I am coming down fast.

So I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 10:06 AM

And you wonder why I don’t call you when I’m changing planes at DIA.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 10:30 AM


I’ve been called worse.

And you wonder why I don’t call you when I’m changing planes at DIA.

All this time I thought it was my deodorant. Sad.

Craig, though, gets the prize for continuing the pop culture reference and adding his own to the mix. Nicely done!

on Sep 19 2008 @ 11:23 AM

I just need my space, is all.

My space. Not Myspace.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 11:50 AM

Z: The question to which I respond to you in song… Do you really want to huuuuuurt me? Do you really want to see me cry?

on Sep 19 2008 @ 11:56 AM

McGehee, go ahead and say it: you still love me, but you’re not in love with me.

It’s okay. My pain will fade.

Jay, little, weepy, girly tears are a no go zone, though, pal. If it’s dignified, manly tears, then the answer is probably yes. I’m sort of a jerk that way. I’m pretty sure that my karma chameleon will turn around and bite me in the ass for that someday, though.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 12:09 PM

Thing is, this and the restraining order are kind of giving me mixed signals.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 01:38 PM

That’s what she said.

Wait, no, that’s not quite right…

on Sep 19 2008 @ 02:07 PM

If I didn’t have puke breath, I’d kiss you.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 02:31 PM

I so appreciate your thoughtfulness right now.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 02:53 PM

Oh Z, oh Z. The outpouring of love. One more song, unto the breach:

Step by step
Heart to heart
Left, right, left
We all fall dooooown
For Zooooombybooooy

Happy Friday.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 03:13 PM

I applaud you, Jay. That was beautifully done.


on Sep 19 2008 @ 03:23 PM

I’ll do you a favor. I will never, ever express my love for you in the form of interpretive dance.

on Sep 19 2008 @ 06:50 PM

Keep it up and I’ll quote Alanis Morrissette lyrics here.

on Sep 20 2008 @ 06:57 PM

Props for evoking both Helter Skelter and Brokeback Mountain in the same blog post.

Mr. Lady, I have, once in my life, been kissed by a chick with puke breath. Vodka puke, to be precise. Thanks for the memory. wink

on Sep 21 2008 @ 07:54 AM

Huh. I guess this post is easier than closing the blog and having fans beg you to return. Gonna swipe this tactic and use it later.

on Sep 21 2008 @ 02:12 PM

Actually, I just sort of like throwing things out there somewhat randomly and see who will play with me. I’ve noticed that my little circle of blog-buddies is pretty fun to play with.

In a completely platonic way, of course.

on Sep 21 2008 @ 07:36 PM

Yeah, but it’s a great way to find out who luvs ya, baby! See, I didn’t get the song references, but your fans are way too wise for me to jibe with.

I miss Kojak…

on Sep 22 2008 @ 04:32 AM

Actually, I just sort of like throwing things out there somewhat randomly and see who will play with me

Is that why you kept putting your nuts on the bar and yelling “come on, play with ‘em!” at the last bash?

on Sep 22 2008 @ 05:19 AM

Robert: folklore would usually speak of people who have gone blind looking upon Agents Of The Lord.

I thought I would never see the day where I might possibly go blind simply by thinking up a certain visual you allude to, especially since I doubt there’s anything Holy about it.

on Sep 22 2008 @ 06:30 AM

You think that’s bad, contemplate Zomby “playing with his little circle of blog-buddies”. I shudder just typing it.

on Sep 22 2008 @ 11:29 AM
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