16 Thoughts on “oy

  1. just a castaway
    an island lost at sea oh
    another lonely day
    no one here but me oh

  2. heather on September 17, 2001 at 14:09 said:

    praytell, what is that thou doth croon, fair andy?

  3. fair andy quoth the police in their 80s hit, “message in a bottle.” to continue, if i may….
    “more loneliness than
    any man can bear
    rescue me before i fall into despair-oh
    i’ll send an SOS to the world
    i’ll send an SOS to the world
    i hope that someone gets my…
    i hope that someone gets my…
    i hope that someone gets my…
    message in a bottle.”
    (yes, i’m officially a dork)

  4. sting is dreamy.
    i miss my smackeral.

  5. heather on September 17, 2001 at 14:40 said:

    dammit. now i’ll be singing ‘every breath you take’ all night. *sigh*

  6. ah, my favorite stalker song ever.
    “since you’ve gone I’ve been lost without a trace
    i dream at night i can only see your face
    i look around but it’s you i can’t replace
    i keep callin baby, baby please …”
    *runs away, giggling*
    i’m a freak. a very antsy freak who has no access to her own website or email.

  7. *runs from all the terrible, terrible Sting music*

  8. heather on September 17, 2001 at 15:20 said:

    it’s not scary, dammit!

  9. okay, i’m still still a freak. so how about the lyrics i thought of first when you wrote “help!”
    “help!
    i need somebody
    help!
    not just anybody
    help!
    you know i need someone…
    help!
    when i was younger
    so much younger than today
    i never needed anybody’s help in any way.
    but now those days are gone
    i’m not so self-assured
    and now i find i’ve changed my mind
    and opened up the doors”

  10. and a dork. :)

  11. heather on September 17, 2001 at 20:01 said:

    but those are exactly the reasons why we love her!

  12. amen.

  13. If you’ll be my bodyguard,
    I can be your long lost pal…
    I can call you betty, and betty when you call me you can call me al…

  14. heather on September 17, 2001 at 21:19 said:

    yeah!!
    *envisioning chevy chase with that damn trombone*

  15. Travelling in a fried-out combie
    On a hippie trail, head full of zombie
    I met a strange lady, she made me nervous
    She took me in and gave me breakfast
    And she said…
    “Do you come from a land down under?
    Where women glow and men plunder?
    Can’t you hear, can’t you hear the thunder?
    You better run, you better take cover”

  16. i love you all!

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