welcome back, brotha
Dear Henry Ian Cusick (aka Desmond on Lost),
I've missed you, brotha. It's been eight months since your Scottish brogue filled my senses with naughty thoughts. The only thing that has sustained me since your panicked eyes peered into Charlie's and you realized the truth, was that you would one day return to me. Well, to me and millions of others who devote Thurday nights to Lost, but I think you're really just there for me.
Oh, and return to me you did, brotha. Glowing with sweat and sea, hair flowing, gun cocking. Rawr, brotha! R to the A to the W to the R! One glorious episode down, eight more to go unless this writer's strike resolves itself and you and the casteaways get back to work.
Would it embarrass you if I told you I was a little damp in the pants last night around 7:46 p.m. Central Time as I attempted to settle myself for your return? Don't be embarrassed, brotha (I call you Desmond when were in public, brotha. We'll keep what I call you in private just that - private. Tee hee!). I shushed my family, I turned the lights down and the volume up. I squirmed and settled. I tuned into to every possible little clue. You didn't disappoint me, brotha, and for that, I love you more.
I'm glad your back, Desmond. Oh, how I'll be thinking of you until I'll see you next week, brotha. You may be Lost, but you've found my heart.
Labels: yummm...cheesy...
posted by for a different kind of girl @ 10:30 PM
14 Comments:
Can I ask you a question, brotha? Did you not hear me, brotha?
Forgive me, brotha. I couldn't help myself.
betcha didn't know my real name was Penny didja?
This whole "kimmyk" thing is just for show. It's me he's looking for. Oh yeah, and my boat I have parked out back in the snow covered hills...til the landslide brought me down...
sorry, channeling my inner stevie nicks again.
anyways, where was i? oh yes, desmond...
*dreamy sigh*
Desmond is the tits. (I've missed you saying that, so I thought I'd try and revive it, oh and squirrel covers...heehee)
Mike Rowe just called. He tried to act all cool, like he wasn't insanely jealous of this guy I've never heard of on a show I've never seen. But I think you made him mad, quite honestly.
Oh, and sorry to hear you peed yourself at 7:46 last night. That must have been terribly embarassing. Wait... Did you mean something else?
Gotta dry out the squirrel covers.
Charlie is not dead. Charlie is not dead. Charlie is not dead. Charlie is not dead. Lalalalala, I can't hear you.
Oh, what were we talking about?
Yes, Desmond. Yummy enough. But he's no Sayid. Last night's episode didn't have nearly enough smokin' hot Sayid.
Wow. . . I. . . I had no idea you felt that way, my dear. . .
Wait a second. . . you're talkin' about another Desmond, aren't you?
Man, I am so embarrassed. . . Crushed, broken-hearted and embarrassed. . .
I'll just be leaving now. . .
Oh brother....(rolls eyes)
LOST! YESSSS!
I'm glad we don't have to compete for the same man, Sawyer is my guy. He perfected the dirty, sweaty hawt cowboy look...mmmmmm.
that's okay.
DKOG you can have Desmond and bee can have Sawyer and I'll take Jack.
I love me some Jack.
"I won't let go Jack, I won't let go..." Oh yeah, you're right. Wrong show.
Anyways, I love Jack. That's my point.
You are cracking em up!!
Oh Desmond...oh gravy...I can't even comment...my mind has gone to the dark places.
Melissa - MMMM...I totally read your comment as if Desmond was in my head, reading it to me. It was nice, sista. It was very nice...
kimmy - Oh, now you got me thinking about Stevie Nicks. Not in the same way I think about this Desmond character, mind you, but now I'm compelled to offer up a bit of "The Chain".
Ahem...
"Listen to the wind blow, down comes the night. Run in the shadows..."
oh, what was that? Oh. Desmond.
Sigh...
Nan - Desmond is the big ole' 48 DD tits. Uh huh. I'd toss some squirrel covers at that one right there, you betcha..
FTN - Bono called, too, and he was HELLA pissed at me. I told him to channel his rage into a song or cancelling out Third World debt, then call me back when he was ready to talk nice to me again. And he will. He always does. Same with Mike Rowe. He likes to call me and ask if he can rub his hair pecs on me, and who am I to deny him that job?
You and my husband must dwell in the same realm. I tried to school him last week when he sat down to watch with me for the first time ever, but Lost is a commitment, not a whim. Either you're in or your out. Get thee in!
Kelly - "You're gonna die, Charlie" said sexy Desmond style. Only sometimes I hear it in my head like the refrain of Guns and Rose's "Welcome to the Jungle".
But I, too, hope he's not dead. Or he comes back in a lot of visions. Or Sayid has a lot of visions, because you're right. There wasn't near enough Sayid!
Desmond - Who's to say this post isn't really a cover for some other feelings, hmmm?
You're coming back now, aren't you...
Chuck - I believe you actually mean "Oh brotha...(rolls eyes)"
;)
Bee - Any interest in a periodic swap amongst the men? I don't know if we can get kimmy to pry her fingers offa Jack down there, but if you're game, I could toss that idea out to her?
kimmy - Do you like bearded, angsty Jack? Do you like Jack regardless? 'Cause I like him, too, and I'd be willing to discuss a weekly split with you if you'd be interested in hearing my terms...
But Desmond's gonna mostly wanna be with me.
Katie - I think sweaty, hunky men willing to get nasty in the jungle cracks them up more than I can take credit for!
Scarlett - Please say that your dark place isn't somewhere scary and super creepy. That couldn't be fun. Say it's somewhere where this Desmond dude doesn't wear a shirt very often. And Jack is showering a lot. And Sawyer is making food. Naked.
I'll take an order of that shake and some sawyer on the side.
I was at a parade at 7 cst and was worried I missed the return of my LOST, and I too nearly wet my pants when I screamed and did the couch dance at 7:52 and this faint little message made just for me read "new season of LOST starts in 8 minutes". I ran to the tower and sang to the angels!
Ohhhhh yeah! I have a meeting tomorrow, and it dang well better wrap up by 7 or Ima gonna kick some A! (unless of course it doesnt start until 8 again, and then I will do my sofa jig for ol times sake!)
sigh.
justlori2day - You're in LUCK!! Lost doesn't start until 8 p.m. CST tonight! Woo Hoo! I'd still probably skip the meeting, though, just so you don't run the risk of getting held up having to make pleasant chit chat. Push and run!
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