Glum bum sadness bubbling up and around me like so much thick gooey lava. Last friday, as I'm certain you recall gentle blog reader, was a banner day. A time of fervor and all-out excitement. This was codified in my tune "It's Friday, Motherf*cker!" which was like me roaring from the rooftops all about how grand it was to arrive at a Friday. Today. Well not so much. Sigh.
As you know from my song "Swine Flu Blues" I had a date the other evening. A first date. A glorious first date. Or so I thought. Or rather it was on my end. So to speak. I've called. I've emailed. I've left texts and sexts and there is no apparent response from the beauty lady who I dined with Tuesday night. All that is left, I presume, is my sadness and the memory of what happened over that hot artichoke spread. Magic was created there. A powerful and virulent magic that has never been matched. Where are you and why won't you call me back??????
I know you feel it too. Please call me back baby. :(
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