say it ain't so part deux
Today, all the stuffed animals came flying out of Lance Bass's closet, screaming "he's gay, he's gay!" And at that same moment, my world wilted. Because I wanted to marry Lance Bass, in all of his spikey-haired, space-walking glory. Even though I couldn't really discern his voice from the other *N Syncers, I loved his the most, and thought I really had a chance.
OK, so I'm 32 and kinda ugly. And maybe I live hundreds of miles away and am kind of a hermit and maybe a little bit of a metalhead. but ... it could happen! My crush on Lance Bass was an anomoly, but I like to think maybe that's why it was meant to be.
Everyone made fun of me at work today for freaking out about this news. I learned about the latest development while on the phone. When I got off, my boss was concerned ... 'what's wrong?' he said, and was all too genuine (which made me feel bad. the last time I freaked out like that on the phone was when Jason Newstead "quit" Metallica). I told him, and he laughed.
Laughed.
One colleague said, "girls everywhere are jumping out of second-story windows" ...
everyone thought my grief was a joke. No one believed me when I said I have the Lance Bass Bobblehead...
But donna knows, don't you, donna? Because you gave it to me!
I should call you, because you'll understand.
for now, I'm telling myself this gay talk is for publicity.
If you're reading this, Lance, call me. We have lots to talk about.
OK so maybe that's a joke ... but I do have this strange connection to N Sync. I had just finished school and had some downtime. As I told another colleague today, it was during this time that I lay on the couch like a lazy sack, after working myself to death for three years (grad school). I watched A LOT of MTV and ate and ate until I exploded. I stayed horizontal till I got bedsores because I was tired, tired, tired, oh, and tired. For a month. And during this time, N Sync was at its peak ... I hated it at first, but the more I heard them, the more they grew on me. And by the time I decided to be a productive member of society and get a job, the songs had etched themselves on my brain (bye bye bye... I'm checkin out I'm signin' off . . . Don't wanna be the loser and I've had enough Don't wanna be your fool ...). Lance seemed sensitive and he and I bonded right away.
others made fun, and I defended him. sigh ... well, Lance, I wish you luck. Just know that if you change your mind, I'll always be here. My door is always open.
Peace out...
OK, so I'm 32 and kinda ugly. And maybe I live hundreds of miles away and am kind of a hermit and maybe a little bit of a metalhead. but ... it could happen! My crush on Lance Bass was an anomoly, but I like to think maybe that's why it was meant to be.
Everyone made fun of me at work today for freaking out about this news. I learned about the latest development while on the phone. When I got off, my boss was concerned ... 'what's wrong?' he said, and was all too genuine (which made me feel bad. the last time I freaked out like that on the phone was when Jason Newstead "quit" Metallica). I told him, and he laughed.
Laughed.
One colleague said, "girls everywhere are jumping out of second-story windows" ...
everyone thought my grief was a joke. No one believed me when I said I have the Lance Bass Bobblehead...
But donna knows, don't you, donna? Because you gave it to me!
I should call you, because you'll understand.
for now, I'm telling myself this gay talk is for publicity.
If you're reading this, Lance, call me. We have lots to talk about.
OK so maybe that's a joke ... but I do have this strange connection to N Sync. I had just finished school and had some downtime. As I told another colleague today, it was during this time that I lay on the couch like a lazy sack, after working myself to death for three years (grad school). I watched A LOT of MTV and ate and ate until I exploded. I stayed horizontal till I got bedsores because I was tired, tired, tired, oh, and tired. For a month. And during this time, N Sync was at its peak ... I hated it at first, but the more I heard them, the more they grew on me. And by the time I decided to be a productive member of society and get a job, the songs had etched themselves on my brain (bye bye bye... I'm checkin out I'm signin' off . . . Don't wanna be the loser and I've had enough Don't wanna be your fool ...). Lance seemed sensitive and he and I bonded right away.
others made fun, and I defended him. sigh ... well, Lance, I wish you luck. Just know that if you change your mind, I'll always be here. My door is always open.
Peace out...
posted by Tro at 10:01 PM
1 Comments:
Lance Bass Bobblehead? Um, 'kay. Wow. I never would have expected this of you, oh ye who introduced me to Type O Negative and other such hard core metal. I need to sit down. I have to reassess our relationship.
Oh, well, you're forgiven because I have a thing for Nick Lachey, and that whore Jessica wasn't good enough for him.
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