Sunday, September 26, 2010
1- Awake My Soul- Mumford & Sons
2- Addicted to Love- Florence and the Machine
3- Airplanes- B.o.B. featuring Hayley Williams
4- The Only Exception- Paramore
5- Summer Nights- Lil Rob
6- Hold Tight- Dave Dee Dozy Beaky Mick & Tich (But I can't drive while listening to this song because of the movie Death Proof.)
I will tell them and things will change. My life will start. Every week I think of what to say and how to do it. Then the moment passes and I don't do it. Then I have to wait a whole week again for my life to start.
The truth is I don't want to know what the answer is. I think I like the uncertainty, the not knowing.
I have a feeling I won't like the answer.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Well not this exactly.
I saw what I thought at first was a stuffed animal on a piece of foam. I poked the raft with a floaty tube and the stuffed animal moved. It was a live mouse afloat in the pool.
I went and told Nancy and she came out. My first instinct was to kill the little disease carrying rodent. Nancy scooped him out of the pool and into an unnamed neighbors yard. He deserved to live, he had managed to survive a night on that little raft. I hope he lives a long life and tells his progeny of his adventures on the high seas.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
I am love love loving this song right now. It is a cover of the original Robert Palmer song. Florence's version takes it up a notch and makes you rethink the whole song. At least I did. I love it, it is a sexy slowed down rendition and I can't stop listening to it.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
I came up this word to describe some self destructive behavior. (I checked my friend google and discovered the word I thought I had made up was not mine originally. My definition is original I hope)
Screwicide: The act of ruining a relationship, job, anything really at the first sign of stress. A person who screws themselves over intentionally.
Ivanna's boyfriend went out with the boys, she was upset so she committed screwicide and got drunk with an ex.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
If you ever say the words “I’m not a stalker or anything”, you my friend, are a stalker.
If you have a shrine to someone you haven’t dated in a long time, you are quite the stalker. For your information four months is a long time. Don’t try to trick me with your Stalker Math.
If you PLAN accidental meetings more than once, with someone who has previously rejected your affections, you are also stalkerazzi.
If you’ve been told repeatedly that your advances are unwanted, and yet… continue to pursue in any way, shape or form, you are a stalker. Piners love from afar and in solitude, not on my front steps at four in the morning. (I consider myself a piner not a stalker I can pine for years generally speaking. I do have some stalkerish leanings but I back off before law enforcement gets involved. Once I know your birthday I am usually good.)
If you’re calling my phone hoping to get my voicemail just to hear my voice, yes sir, you are my stalker. (Yes I have done this.)
If you’re harassing my friends for news about me because I’m NOT TALKING TO YOU, then oh yeah – you’re a friggin stalker. And a loser, because it takes a lot for me to just stop talking to someone.
However, if you just really like someone, and you’re shy, and you’re making polite advances that aren’t being taken as advances, so you very sweetly try again, with some cookies or other baked goods. And if you’re just really enthusiastic and kind of sweet, yes, even if the person you love doesn’t love you back. To love someone when there is no chance of that love ever thriving, that is romance.
It’s actually kind of sexy. What’s your number?