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breasier 2 days ago
--"White Flag", Dido Continuing the Dido motif... I love Tuesdays. It's my favorite day of the week. Even better than Saturday, even better than Sunday, Tuesdays for me have long been unofficially my day. And I'll tell you why. It's the one day of the week I get to nap. I'm not talking about a short catnap that lasts all of fifteen minutes. Hell's bells no. I am talking about the quality kind of nap that little 'ole me can't get enough of. Ever since I was sixteen I've set aside four to six hours every Tuesday for the last thirteen years just to sleep. Now this doesn't mean I get four to six hours of sleep every Tuesday, but I sure as the sun comes up in the east make sure nothing of any great importance is attempted to the time. I have the same routine each and every single time. I turn off all the lights in my room. I turn off all my phones and computers, anything that could be a distraction. Then all I do is lay in bed willing my mind to surrender to ...mojo shivers 2 days ago
--"Everybody Plays The Fool", The Main Ingredient Yet another reason I hate lists... 80 Questions That I Could Not or Cannot Now Answer: 1. Why can't she love me? 2. Is she too young? 3. Am I ready? 4. Is she ready? 5. Do I value her more as a friend or as something potentially more? 6. Is it wrong to want something different than what she wants? 7. Am I sacrificing a sure thing that makes me happy for something that has the potential to make me happier, but also has the potential to lose me everything? 8. Should I tell her how I'm feeling now or wait until some of these questions have been answered. 9. If I can make her see where I'm at, would it scare her away? 10. Is it really happening? 11. Can I trust her answers or is she just telling me what I want to hear? 12. Would it be better if I backed off? 13. Would it be better if I waited a few years? 14. Am I really going to go ahead with this? 15. Does she even really know who I am and what she's getting herself ...
Every Time I Get My Hopes Up, They Always Seem To Fall, Still What Could've Been Is Better Than, ...mojo shivers 3 days ago
--"Could've Been", Tiffany I learned today that Alaska stands alone as the state that eats the most ice cream per capita annually than any other state in the country. Frankly, it took me by surprise because I always thought it was Massachusetts and its myriad of local ice cream shops. What doesn't take me by surprise is the fact that one of our colder states retains this title. Some would like you to believe that the reason Alaskans or any other northern state dwellers prefer ice cream is that by its consumption it lowers your internal temperature. This leads to the sensation of being warmer since one's body is closer in proximity to one's surroundings. It's the same rationale why people tell you to eat hot soup in the Summer. In that instance one's body temperature rises and soon approaches that of the temperature outside, leading to the distinct feeling that it has gotten cooler. It's a tidy explanation but I'm not buying it. My theory as to why more people ...mojo shivers 6 days ago
--"You Only Tell Me You Love Me When You're Drunk", Pet Shop Boys Stop me if you've heard this story before. I used to have a friend about two years ago that I thought I was pretty close to. I mean--we didn't hang out every weekend and she wasn't the first person I called when I was bored or lonely or just wanted to do something spontaneous, but we saw enough of each other for me at least to consider us decent friends. I could have been wrong. I could have been misinterpreting what we had for something more substantial than what she considered it. All I know is that two years ago she moved away and suddenly it was like the three years previous to that didn't exist any more. Suddenly it was like everything between us just died. And it's weird because she celebrated her twenty-third birthday recently--this past Saturday, in fact--and I didn't even realize it until the day of. Facebook at least acts like information like that is still relevant to me. If it were up ...delftwaves 9 days ago
--"Thank You", Dido Certain Collisions when the moments we're supposed to remember first stray into our path we often step around them. we're often wary when being dislodged from the steps we're committed to take in exact sequence. but the next time those moments merge into our lane we're not so guarded against certain collisions. dw ---- In 2004, when I was all of eleven, Choppers began dating a boy named Neil Allen. Apparently, she was very enamored of the child because he began coming over to our house with some frequency. This was a huge deal to me because before then none of my sisters had been granted the privilege of having their boyfriends over an almost nightly basis. It was like having a small pebble thrown into our once calm pond. On second thought, it was more like a huge boulder being dislodged from a mountain far away and having it roll into our once calm pond. It was distracting, disconcerting, and, most importantly, disquieting to our ...
