Showing posts with label Dr. David Hayward. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dr. David Hayward. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

HE'S BACK! (And his hair looks fantastic)


Five words: Dr. David Hayward is back. Five more words: Looking as fabulous as ever. He pulled the old planted drug, bribed the doctor in the morgue, hid out in a Unibomber disquise fake deatherooni. Oldest trick in the book. And why'd he do that? Because he loves Greenlee Smythe Lavery Dupres Hayward so much he's gonna incriminate himself in what really isn't technically a trial (Can judges do that? Just get testimony from folks just for funsies?)

Thank goodness he's back. Well, now I guess he's technically in jail or what have you, but I don't think I could've handled Hayward-less Pine Valley anymore!

Oh yeah, Zach was in a plane crash and now he's "gone." Notice no one's said, "dead" yet. This makes me sad, but David's Big Return has zeroed me out. Though I'm worried Kendall's going to forget how to breathe without that guy. She's kind of a dummy when he's not around.

Oh David, don't ever leave me again.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

An Ode to Dr. David Hayward

Happier days . . .


Dude, you guys. I know, I know, it's been long and I know I've been lazy. But now? NOW? I'm just . . . just so . . . dude, you guys.

Okay. I am so upset over the death of Dr. David Hayward that words can't even express my sorrow. So I wrote a poem.


An Ode to Dr. David Hayward

What shall I do?
Where shall I go?
Without my fave guy
On my fave show

You'd lie and you'd cheat
You'd steal and you'd drug
At the end of the day
All you wanted was love

With your chiseled features
And dashing good looks
There's no one handsomer
You're the tops in my book

I don't read the spoilers
So I might be real dumb
But I never thought
That you'd be the one

To die.

On my soap.


So until his inevitable return from the grave, this blog must go dark. Yeah yeah, I know, I've been slacking anyway but without David Hayward I don't have a reason to live. And I definitely don't have a reason to put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. I shall mourn you, Hayward, my precious evil baby stealing doctor, until you rise again.

Or settle your contract negotiations.