This was me running across Cooper with my shutter open.
Well, I'm lonely. Not so much I'm-forever-alone-and-I'm-ugly-and-terrible-and-I'll-die-a-sad-spinster, but like I-want-to-watch-The Notebook- and-cry-but-Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron-made-me-cry-not-but-a-couple-of-days-ago-so-that-kind-of-cancels-it-out-and-come-Halloween-I-will-dress-sexy-so-maybe-something-will-happen kind of lonely. Who am I kidding. Get me a whopper! Now I'm quoting Burger King commercials. This is bad. Aretha? Where are you? Sing me a song. If Leonardo daVinci came back to life and wanted to make a tricycle, he would pick me to help because I am the greatest third wheel in history.
Reasons I'm A Great Third Wheel:
-I can keep the conversation going when you can't.
-I will be genuinely interested in what the prospectful new beau is saying.
-I am nonthreatening lookswise; I will not steal your man, and he will not be distracted.
-Since I'm not trying to impress anyone, I will be goofy and entertain the two of you.
Tricylces are important. To toddlers, and alternative motorcycle men. People who need to make money pulling people around town on a bike. Bears in circuses like them.
Crybaby.
Oh, and since this is mainly a music blog as of late, I've been listening to 98.9, Music For Generation X, a lot because my tape deck broke my Don Mclean cassette and now I don't trust it. Can't lose Roy, too, because then I'd surely be sad. I like hearing "Say My Name" and Blindmelon songs all day. Sometimes "Tootsie Roll" comes on and I know it will be a good day.
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