***@umich.edu wrote:
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your story brought tears to my eyes.
i guess i can sort of relate.
but like, i'm watching IMAGINE right now, and seeing the girls
screaming, i mean, like, OK, i'm just being honest, i burst out
laughing, because it seems so stupid to me. i'm totally on another
emotional level as a female and human being.
see, now BOB DYLAN, on the other hand, that was this private serious
business because it was almost all within me, and only rarely did it
reach me from outside through another human being, and then he turned
REAL. understand?
so there have been times here, when i'm freaking out, admittedly on
crystal, about what am i going to do, how can i handle it, if i find
out that he has...you know.
and so i'm like, ok, i'm cancelling my newspaper.
no t.v.
i'm shutting myself off from the outside world.
i'll tell rmd, aol, google, the computer.
let it never end.
we'll all just keep on playing, and he'll just keep touring, because i
just can't handle it.
not through the media, at least.
if we were together, however, i think i'd be expecting it, and could
handle it.
but not through the media.
like the thing in '97.
it was so shocking/painful, not only did the news flash cause me to sit
up with a major jolt at the mention of his name and freeze in horror at
the t.v. monitor from my little bed in my Board & Care, but then the
news made one of my eyes break water, and shortly thereafter, the t.v.
died.
i HATE that word, "h..." i can't STAND it, and i didn't think "going to
see Elvis" was in anyway amusing. i was very mad at him for taking
himself so unseriously.
and i think it's obvious and is in no way challenging to know which
side of the picture from "L&T" is up on my closet wall.
yes, bob, you brainwashed ex-jesus freak; THE closet.
wanna come over and see it? :) (hint hint, nudge nudge, wink wink - a
date! i'm talking about a NORMAL date. 3 HOURS!?! That's disGUSting!
:-D Well, thank G-d at least there's no way you can be married to
anybody if you're doing THAT. i'm simutaneously at the time crying
tears of relief and joy, and laughing with horror and delight. oh god,
please don't punish me with prophecy from Like A Rolling Stone.
Actually, I SWEAR TO G-D, it had more to do with Aunt Sally than Bob.
:) (hi aunt sally! you're a pretty incredible lady! too cool for me,
but hi anyway!)