Monday, January 31, 2011

thank you for the advice, guys. i really needed it.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

ramblings.

"Take Me Back" by She & Him is one of those sad, sad songs. Oh my god, it makes me want to cry so much for no reason. It's hopeless, and I think that's why. It's almost as a beautiful and sad as Feist's "Now At Last" from her album Let It Die, which centers around the idea of breaking up and just allowing a relationship to decease. Leaving it behind you. When Leslie Feist sings, "Where was I???? Where was I???? When the spring is cold, where do robins go? What makes winters lonely? Now at last, I know." Phew. Gets me. And don't get me started on Delta Spirit's "House Built For Two." THAT one is sad. But I love these songs, they are my favorites...and it's because they bring forth this emotion in me. They all stir something up. They make me feel love or lack of love. Everyone can relate to these feelings of loneliness and melancholy. I become Feist or that dude from Delta Spirit; I have been there, I have felt that. I am feeling that. I'm lonely sometimes. I think that in a month I will be much more alone. And these songs will be there for me.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

um um um

I've worked most of the day. But it was a good day, there was no killing me today! I was like an ox combined with a horse combined with a bear combined with a truck. Now, I just want to dress up like a bag lady, fill up a shopping cart with double bottles of wine, and find some railroad tracks and howl like a wolf.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Crappy New Year!

Although I had the guy I wanted, the kiss I wanted, sometimes I just have to sabotage it. There's a quote from this movie that I heard a while back that I really, really need to follow. It goes something like, "Never, never look in your rearview mirror, darling. It makes no difference what's behind you." And I think that includes looking too much in others' rearview mirrors, also. I'm going to try to improve on this, I swear. I hate that dwell and stay up at night, peering at my ceiling; I wish I didn't think, analyze, or suspect. Just have to busy the mind.