Yes, I'm a supportive person. Yes, I'll cheer you on... I'll show up at your blog... I'll leave nurturing comments, but this evening, it dawned on me... I'm tired.
Here I stand, the blog comment goddess of Desire
Set people's comment section on fire (ok... maybe not...)
I have this power
Morning noon and night it's drink and dancing
Some quick comment romancing
And then a shower
Blog door johnnies always surround me
They always hound me
With one request
Who can satisfy their blogging comment needs and habits
I'm not a rabbit
I need some rest
I'm tired
Sick and tired of bloggy love
I've had my fill of comment love
From below (the fold) and above
Tired, tired of having to admire
Tired of comments uninspired
Let's face it
I'm tired
I've been on 1000's of blogs
Again and again
They promise the moon
They always coming and going
Going and coming
And always too soon
Right girls?
I'm tired,
Tired of playing the blogging game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired
God dammit I'm exhausted
Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired
[Bloggers:]
She's tired (She's tired)
Sick and tired of giving comment love (Give her a break)
She's had her fill of love (She's not a snake)
From bellow (the fold) and above (Can't you see she's sick)
Tired (She's bushed)
Tired of having to admire (Let her alone)
Tired of comments uninspired (Get off the computer)
She's tired (Don't you know she's pooped)
I've been commenting on 1000's of blog
Again and again
They sing the same tune
They start with Byron and Shelly
And jump on your figurative belly
And bust your inspirational balloon
Aye!
Tired, tired of playing the comment game
Ain't it a freakin' shame
I'm so...
Let's face it everything below the fold is kapput!
No comment!
Posted by: Dan Leo | May 07, 2009 at 09:32 PM
First BG left for FB, and I said nothing.
Then I was approached to Twitter and I said nothing.
Now Jennifer is tired and I leave a comment.
Posted by: Pinko Punko | May 07, 2009 at 10:02 PM
Dear Madeline, I mean Lili, I mean Jennifer, just remember you're a real trooper ... And, Oh, it's twue. It's twue. It's twue, it's twue!
So, Would you like another schnitzengruben? And a wed wose. How womantic.
Posted by: Bill Stankus | May 08, 2009 at 12:29 AM
Bill- no thank you, fifteen is my limit.
Posted by: Jennifer | May 08, 2009 at 07:35 AM
Awesome.
Now try it as xtranormal...
Posted by: fish | May 08, 2009 at 08:37 AM
I'm too tired...
Posted by: Lili | May 08, 2009 at 08:50 AM
Then you need a little help.
Posted by: fish | May 08, 2009 at 09:27 AM
Bravo!!! Encore!!! Awesome and inspired!! I'll sing in your chorus anytime. NOw please, go comment on my blog....;)
Posted by: Von | May 08, 2009 at 09:59 AM
O Von, you don't know what you're asking...
Did you not see the smoking crater left at Snag's?
Befouled, indeed.
Posted by: zombie rotten mcdonald | May 08, 2009 at 01:27 PM
I like to walk on the wild side. Risky, I know.
Posted by: Von | May 08, 2009 at 01:29 PM
Coming down off our meth jag, are we?
Posted by: Snag | May 08, 2009 at 04:37 PM
Shorter Jennifer:
Baby, please, I am not from Havana!
Posted by: Brando | May 08, 2009 at 10:20 PM