during my november hiatus, something cool happened when dr. drew found and read the potentially inappropriate love letter i wrote to him. in addition to that, something… interesting happened when one of the members of the group Highland Place Mobsters saw that he and his homies made my list of ‘obscure r&b covers.’
so. if you’ve been here for awhile, you know of the long-standing hot, sweaty crush that i have on Dr. Drew, captured in the love letter that i wrote to him some time ago.
well, one of my twitter buds tweeted it about a month ago at the beginning of my latest hiatus, and it somehow made it’s way to the man himself. dr. drew read my love letter!… and tweeted about how it scared him.
i'd love to see YOUR loveline, doctor. HAW HAW HAW!
as i sit here watching you talk to a bunch of kids who had babies, i kind of can’t help myself. it’s emotional porn, the way you spread your caring around, how you caress those on the stage with the softness of your voice but put a little bass in it when someone decides to get loud and wrong. the way you lean in and peer into the center of someone’s eyes when they speak. the way you listen. like, really, really listen. sigh. you speak to that need in me, the unscratchable itch that screams “OMFG I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHATEVER SPORT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT RIGHT NOW. I JUST NEED TO TELL YOU ABOUT MY DAY, CAN I FUCKING DO THAT, PLEASE?!” you are the human embodiment of a shopping spree, a walking bowl of chocolate covered winning lottery tickets dipped in good dreams and free foot rubs. just win. just so full of win.
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