From an article over at Expecting Rain:
"5) Dylan (thankfully) never wore a purple jumpsuit with his ass
cheeks exposed."
And to this I would just like to add, that he wraps up his buns in a
pair of soft black jeans, to keep them nice and WARM. lol.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I'm sorry. I thought twice about posting this, it's just that I am
sitting here waiting for my family to arrive, with nothing really to
do, and this was the only thing I could think of to say right now, and
I feel like talking. I don't mean to keep talking about this over and
over. It's not bragging. I know my fifteen minutes ended a long time
ago, and the fact that I keep bringing it up, RELIVING it over and
over, is because I am a loser, and have nothing better to do with my
life. So don't be jealous. Instead, it's just a reminder about how
pathetic I am. Right, Tim?)
Tim just had a birthday, and I wrote him a little note, and he didn't
write me back. He doesn't like me anymore. That's the way it goes with
Bipolar Illness. You get into a flurry of high energy relation****ps,
with regular people, they think you are da bomb, and then they can't
stand it anymore, it's irritating, it's annoying, it's too much for
them, and they dump you. That's one reason I think Bob Dylan is the
only man for me. I think maybe he can handle it. I think maybe he
might in fact like it.
Unless he hates me.
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