You Got the Love
Sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air. I know I can count on you. Sometimes I feel like saying "lord I just don’t care", but you’ve got the love I need to see me through.
It’s 7:50AM and I’m off to bed after this post. I’m gonna clean up and crop my blog to a reasonable length as soon as I’ve risen from my rivotril-induced
coffin beauty sleep. The entire page is just far too long and I think it’s high time for me to just create some sort of a "Classic Bryanboy" drop-down thing with some of my Academy Award-winning posts.
Here’s my final abuse to those of you on dialup and homoerectus-era internet connections: I am proud to present you the boys who have a special place in my heart.
Yeah yeah. Whatever.
Fall in line bitches. One at a time. If you want to go technical I can only manage three at a time. Ok, maybe four because I have 2 hands.
Especially Alex. Oh yes, Alex. I love you too.
D as in D, there’s still that "Erin O’Connor" thing ever since I first saw you.
Time after time I say oh lord what’s the use, time after time I say this just won’t do. But sooner or later in life the things you love you’ll lose… just like before I know I call on you.
Send me pictures of love, love and even more love. Bombard my email account: firstname.lastname@example.org. Genuine, true and unconditional love only please – NO photoshop.
Goodnight! Good morning.