So, excuse me, but no #throwbackthursday crumb thrown our way this week???? No blurry reject from the camera trash bin that could be extracted for us to retweet across the universe? No DNA molecule breakdown from a discarded single hair from the sainted head of The Archuleta??
I kid of course. We’ve already mapped out our own version of his DNA molecules.
Here I thought I was the last person to be super needy (well, not the last person, but the last group of 5,000 maybe). And yet I anxiously checked Twitter Thursday night, figuring my phone alerts were broken or something.
And then, when there was no new tweets on David’s faux timeline I had my own version of a tantrum (which basically consists of me sighing loudly and sort of huffing… I may have also pouted).
Archuleta, what have you reduced me to??? (That was a rhetorical question btw.)
I am better than this. I have more dignity than this. I have better things to do than wait around on a Thursday for some random shot of David backstage at The Baub Show. (I’d post a link but I’m still suffering post-traumatic stress from that whole “interview.”)
But of course if such a shot were posted I would smile like I’d just been given my allowance for the week.
Maybe you need to stay away longer.
Please put away those torches and pitchforks!!!!!
This is how out of touch I am with non-David reality. Some peeps on my FB timeline posted childhood pics of themselves with the “Throwback Thursday” tag and I did a double-take. “What?… that’s not just for David pictures??” Mind. Blown.
Plus that Heaven video kind of spoiled things for me. Once you get a shot of pure David vocals it’s hard to go back to the lite stuff like Manila candids.
I’ll get over myself now. Have a lovely, lovely weekend.