January 26, 2008

the smell of marshmallows and promises is in the air.

they'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'reback
they'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'reback
they'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'reback
they'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'reback
they'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'rebackthey'reback


this is from a highly credible source. jon, i still love you (and your sharpei puppies) 15 years after the fact (are they still around?)! this, even though your only fucking solo across four albums was on a song called Happy Birthday. no worries, i know you'll be able to resurrect that angelic voice and complementary rad dancing skills to bounce back from your purgatory in real estate development in no time. sing, baby, sing to me!

(if you would like to join me in attempting to score tickets to the inevitable reunion tour, please let me know. i promise not to punk out and forget to get tix, a la my grand plans for the so you think you can dance tour)

1 comment:

Kate said...

do u like how i've attacked your blog w/ comments?! i'm really too lazy to write an email or sign into facebook..sorry! no need to post any of these babies. seriously, i could comment on every blog entry! oh, i LURV the molten cake entry...poor m! sigh...you realize that we live parrallel lives in different states?! you(&the tv) complete me ;-) so nkotb...i never got to go when i was little so i think i may be able to work thru my "childhood issues" if I got to go see them this round...please be true! I can almost taste the sweet sweet marshmallows...