Tuesday, June 06, 2006

We're Making Love... Out of Nothing at All

Once upon a time, there lived a couple in Northern New Jersey. They were pretty normal people who enjoyed movies, eating out, and shopping. Then one day, the lovely bombshell of this marriage posted this.

A few days later, this arrived via UPS courier and life was never the same again.

We have been breathing, eating, and living Air Supply for the past twenty four hours. We are sick. We cannot stop. And I am addicted.

That you, dear friend, for sending this our way.

We have learned that the nights are better because we are together. We are happy that we are two less lonely people in the world. We realize we are lost in love with eachother. Our hearts are beating like drums that are lost because they are looking for rhythms of eachother. And if our marriage ever fails, we'll surely be all out of love, and so lost without eachother.

We need help.

The only thing that might cure this is a Tom Jones concert.


acb said...

Sweet! You guys should join the air supply fan club. You do realize you are dating yourself by mentioning how much you dig that band.

Let's talk about some SKID ROW, man! Or better, yet, what all the kids talk about these days. The Green Day. I wanna be an american idiot, something something mind___ america. Something.

Annie said...

ACB - Honey chile, you don't know the half of it. When I was in junior high school, I idolized Skid Row. That Sebastian Bach - so sexy, with his long hair. Yowsa! Hubba hubba!

As far as the kiddies today - I'm pretty lost. What's an american idiot?