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Saturday, April 22, 2006

Something has happened to me.

It seems that I've fallen in love with Bye Bye Birdie.

I know.

Besides the total assault to my cultural persona, I'm appalled by the scope of my lust for Marc Kudisch's version of One Last Kiss. I listen to it non-stop, and when I'm not listening to it, I'm singing it in my head.

Alright, I'll understand if you don't want to be my friend anymore.

6 comments:

wignifty said...

You need a comment. I can feel it.

Kelly said...

I was beginning to feel like no one loved me anymore.

wignifty said...

I was playing hard to get.

wignifty said...

Are we ever going to get together for that beer?

Kelly said...

You men are all alike.

I suppose we should. May sucks though, as you know. But yes, we must gather for refreshments soon.

wignifty said...

How are we all alike? I'd like to think we ignore women's needs in our own special way.