Why must getting Tyler Glenn's too cute dance moves out of my mind be so difficult? I suppose I should be honest in this writing since there will be no chance of anyone reading this anyway. Well, so here goes...
I'm infatuated with his moves. His lips are quite nice. His voice is all that and then some. He's so handsome--to me anyway. All sorts of teeny boppers love him. How is it that I've been included in this little world of pubescent teens. Is this right? Am I regressing?
I feel like such a loser. I'm occasionally embarassed. I don't know, is that crazy? I think so. So to help me not like him, I imagine him with his silly mustache he used to sport. You should check that out by the way. It's quite comical. Someone mentioned he looked like Hitler.
Honestly, a woman my age shouldn't feel this way, right? There must be something wrong with me. Even after I've imagined Tyler with his silly 'stache I can't help but realize that he's not sporting it anymore and he's got all the goods that I require. Well, to a certain extent . . . I have never seen him naked; however, there's this little clip, of him dancing to "Scream" by Michael Jackson and Janet Jackson, and he flashes his hell of cute stomach...with the belly button...and...and...OK, I gotta stop now. Alright, that being said, heheheh, I am off to bed.
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