Hugging the mylar up to my body, smoothing the air out, it's like therapy. Extinguishing the final gasp of life from the symbol of all that is holy to a three-year old, amazed you still have the damned thing after two full months. New Years seems the perfect time to say goodbye.She hasn't seen it in weeks, it's all my doing. But as I stand here still trying to figure out how long I'll keep it once its flattened, I realize how crazy I would look were my wife to walk in on me in my underwear, holding Mickey's head (outward I'd thought, but of course he's got a head and that damned tongue on either end, two-face bastard.
That worry dissipates soon, though, and I sit back to type, wondering if there is any more funny voice left in that helium. Knowing everyone is asleep, I threaten to wake them all. I figure, why the hell not?
So there you have it. Time to see, time to be free.
I truly can't believe that I inhaled the helium. More to the point, I can't believe that it worked. Sorry about the mictastrophe, I'm just figuring out how to use that thing -- HOT MIC! HOT MIC!
Anyway, next time will be better. For now, I leave you to ponder the fact that this, mind you, this isn't my first MM-related (OK, obsessed) post. Check this out from back in June, which never saw the light of day until now.
NOTE: As TMBG clearly hasn't worked out rights issues to make sure imeem users can post full songs to their blog, enjoy this legally cleared track in its entirety back at the main page.
