Thirty-two ways to say I love you in your Christ year

Thirty two ways to say I love you in your Christ year

One
I left something in the bathroom
Two
I dropped something on the floor
Three
I'll be right back, I swear to you
Four
Don't walk out the door

Is that my shirt you're wearing?
Are you tired of this music?
Can I get you rum and soda?
Do you think you like this chorus?

Nine
I stole you this salt shaker
Ten
I want you to feel better
Eleven
I didn't wash the dishes
Twelve
Can you stand this weather?

Would you like a sandwich?
I can buy this for your mother.
Can you mix this in the mixer?
Would you like another?

Seventeen
I've get twenty things to say to you
Eighteen
Nineteen of them are the same
Nineteen
Please listen to each carefully
Twenty
I've made you a nickname

I love the way your neck sparkles
I love the way the sky glows
I love the space between your words
And the odd shape of your nose
I know you find this funny
I know you think I'm old
I know you know I know you know
I know you're always cold
Take two of these with some water
Take me away from here
Are you done with the bathroom
Do you want one more beer?

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Climate Shift Tied to 150,000 Fatalities

Most Victims Are Poor, Study Says

By Juliet Eilperin
Washington Post Staff Writer

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/11/16/AR2005111602197.html

My friend Evan created this:

Paula Abdul And Winston Churchill's Personal
Philosophies Virtually Interchangeable

http://defamer.com/hollywood/gifted-orators/paula-abdul-and-winston-churchills-personal-philosophies-virtually-interchangeable-272938.php

vacation

Starting this weekend, K and I are taking a trip up to
artists housing in MA where we plan to write and read
and swim and jog for two weeks out in the wilderness.
I hope to start and finish a screenplay there.

I don't know if they get the internet in the woods of
MA so I may not post for a couple of weeks, or my
posting could increase tenfold. No way of knowing.
You will just have to stick it out and see.

From Mike Daisey

The on air reporter who refuses to have Paris Hilton
be her lead story. Good for her.

http://www.mikedaisey.com/2007/06/blog-post_28.sht

The night Bobby came back to town

The night Bobby came back to town We all dressed up and gathered round No one knew what was going down It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light Lisa said and we agreed It’d been ten years or so That Bobby left and we all stood Outside and watched him go Nina said he’d held her head And kissed her in the snow It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light He was unshaven, he was tired Some say retarded, some say inspired Dicky and Johnny both were wired It would be a sight, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light And he looked at us just standing there Needing his voice to cut the air He sat in silence in his chair This was the night, there could be a fight Bobby stepped into the light -- And then Bobby sung the song he sang the day he left: “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more” And we all joined in to sing along the song he sang the day he left “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more” Bobby left in the middle of the song We sang so loud ourselves We didn’t notice he was gone And if we sing that loud again Maybe he’ll be back along Someday “This is a song for the lonely And the beautiful like you This is a song for the tired And for those who can’t break through This is a song if you’re the last one To stumble to your door A song for the unrequited A song if you want more”