tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8273248.post-1148658010736950392006-05-27T00:21:00.000+09:002006-05-27T00:42:35.650+09:00Oh dear bouncing baby Moses, would someone pul-leez take <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ckl_EV7nxU0&search=air%20supply"target="_blank">You Tube</a> away from me? I've been repeatedly listening--and singing along!--to <em>Goodbye</em> by Air Supply, a band I thought I'd outgrown when I turned nine, but obviously NOT, since I can't seem to stop hitting "Replay this Video," even though I really cannot stand the squeaky voice of the little dark-haired guy. Okay, am I talking crazy here or do short guys tend to have squeaky voices? What's up with that? Have you ever heard horse jockeys talking? Like little munchkins, every one. But then I'm short and I don't think I sound squeaky. Crap...do I?<br /><br />You know, for the longest time, I swore the words to <em>Goodbye</em> were:<br /><br /><blockquote>I don't wanna play you out<br />I only wanna lead you on</blockquote>But then, I was nine, so what did I know? <br /><br /><em>You! Would never ask me waaaahy...</em><br /><br /><span class="shortpost">brownbreadicecreamnoreply@blogger.com