Shaky Constructs of Questionable Import and Dubious Utility.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Saturday Morning Sigh
Oh, you're in my blood like holy wine You taste so bitter and you taste so sweet Oh, I could drink a case of you I could drink a case of you, darling And still be on my feet And still be on my feet
Oh man, how did I get roped into this--I don't even have a blog. I don't know whether to aim my spitballs at Cass or spd for not making good on his threat to change his blogger password. And for that he gets to go first:)
7 comments:
1. That is beautiful, Portia. I'd never heard this, but remember the lyrics from Jet Noise.
Thank you.
2. I hate to ruin your morning, spd and Portia, but...
...you have both been tagged with a crappy meme.
I wouldn't worry so much about the 8 other people. Try not to hate me.
Oh crap.
You know what this means.
Joni,
Oh, Joni
I could drink a case of you.
The best lyricist of my generation.
Bar none.
Nice rendition by Ms. Krall.
She knows how to bring the heat.
Thanks, kid.
No, what does this mean?
You have to post?
*running away*
Oh man, how did I get roped into this--I don't even have a blog. I don't know whether to aim my spitballs at Cass or spd for not making good on his threat to change his blogger password. And for that he gets to go first:)
Maybe we should do a joint post spd--I'll list four facts about you, and you can list four about me.
Could be interesting. Or dangerous....
You got roped into this because I like you.
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