...Because on here, I have:
- Google (Instant expert).
- 'Control Z' (The ability to go back in time!)
- Delete (4 eva).
- Photoshop (nothing is real).
- Time (To think out what I want to say (Not that I ever use it!))
- Sit in the corner and not say anything.
- Put my foot in my mouth.
- Freak you out by staring at you intently, like James Spader (but not as cute).
- Ignore you entirely.
- Go to an internet cafe and furiously Google myself in public.
Unless AC/DC, The Darkness, or music of that ilk is playing. Then I'll probably:
- Sing at the top of my lungs.
- Tear all my clothes off.
- Tear all your clothes off.
- Let the lovemaking start.
Believe me- I've been practicing!
This is knifey, from 'the internet'.
4 comments:
Knifey, you are beautiful...neurosis and all.
(its on the inside you know, but you got all the bases covered , DOll)
If i were younger..I'd lust after you, but my days of fantasizing about muscians is almost past.
Oh, Musical question: my son is playing Beetoven by ear is that normal?/ (keyboards)
no, it's not normal, your son is clearly a genius.
tell me- every time i post lately, you're on the reply button withing
a matter of seconds.
do you have some kind of funbky program with a flashing light that
alerts you to my blog activity?
if so, get me one. XXXmas is coming!
i have always dreamed of being stared at by sex g-d (and one of the only blond men i'd go) james spader while he sits in a corner singing 'highway to hell' at the top of his lungs.
i just can't picture james spader singing ANYTHING, EVER!
he's so laid back the top of his head is almost hitting the floor...
but he is so totally my hero.
dumb wench- "i think you like me"
james spader- "shhh..."
classique!
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