Monday, November 03, 2008

Here I Am, Baby. Come and Take Me By the Hand.

The weekend is over and it is a relief. It was an awful weekend. It wasn't The Darkness though! That in itself was a relief.

But now that it is all over, I just want to be held. I want to curl up on someone's lap and lay my head on their shoulder. I need someone to hold my weight so that I can finally breathe. I don't want to tell them why, I don't want to have explain about the stress. I just want to be held.

If they insist we can sing some Al Green, badly, together. And maybe lean on each other a little - we can disguise it as a promenade around the living room. No?

Hold me?


  1. Nothing like a full-blown Chicago-style production number for those weekends when you want to "both reach for the gun". ;-)

  2. Haha!

    I've never done a production number to Chicago - but i won't lie to you, Guys and Dolls, Rent, and South Pacific are all fair game ;)

  3. how about a re-enactment of the love boson from overseas? that i can do... the holding part is hard, there's a bit of a pond in the way. ;)

  4. HAHAHA oh my goodness - the love boson. The number of times I've said "pulling on the superstrings of my heart" and no one has laughed is embarrasingly many.