Thursday, April 28, 2005
Want want want
I want a library. A huge, vaultingly high library with equally vaultingly high windows, a sprawling fireplace, and big comfy armchair with perfect reading light all day long. This room could also include divans, settees, gramophones and drapes. Simply so that some man could come along and woo me into dancing with him.
...
Told you I wrote it somewhere. :)
Monday, December 31, 2007
Once
How often do you meet the right person?
"Come away with me."
"To London?"
"Yes."
"To some place where no one else will find us?"
"Please come."
...
Vomit. It was awesome.
"Come away with me."
"To London?"
"Yes."
"To some place where no one else will find us?"
"Please come."
...
Vomit. It was awesome.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
How appropriate
I'm at work on a Sunday. After having hosted a party for 10+ last night and having cleaned until 4am. And after having downed way too much wine. By myself. While last time my silent rebellion was my antlers, today it's my sweats and constant iPodding. Loud.
I have OneRepublic's album on repeat in my ears, soothing the pounding in my head from last night's wine. I only just noticed the title of their album as I was walking back to my office now; Dreaming out Loud. hmm.
...
Tears are ever cleansing for the soul, even when you don't know what they're for. If they find me in my weakest moments, I let them flow freely.
I have OneRepublic's album on repeat in my ears, soothing the pounding in my head from last night's wine. I only just noticed the title of their album as I was walking back to my office now; Dreaming out Loud. hmm.
...
Tears are ever cleansing for the soul, even when you don't know what they're for. If they find me in my weakest moments, I let them flow freely.
Liquid Language
I just effin' wiped out down the stairs. Definite bruise on my arm, but thank god for banisters. I shouldn't have finished the wine. Either bottle of it.
...
you're not crazy
neither are you.
we're hopeless romantics that are sometimes just hopeless
cheers
cheers
...
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I've been knocking at your door
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I've seen you cry
Into the night
I feel your pain
Can I make it right
I realized there's no end inside
Yet still I'll wait
For you to see the light
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I can't take it anymore
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
You are my only I've ever known
That makes me feel this way
Couldn't on my own
I want to be with you until we're old
You have the love you need right in front of you
Please come home
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
...
Perhaps you should just leave me alone.
...
I want more wine
I want more [of her]
You know who I want more of
c
o
m
p
l
i
c
a
t
e
d
LOL
...
Just lately the panic has set in and I've started to wonder whether the answer has been staring me in the face this whole time. But regardless if that is the case or not, I know don't have the courage to face it and find out for myself. Nor would I have the courage to face all of those who are ready to tell me that they told me so.
It has been supposed that the JF(ed)C are inextricably entwined and that there is only a certain level of happiness that can be shared amongst them. If that is the case, and if one of us is hogging all of it so that the other two of them are left in the cold, then I am okay with it; that means it's that strong and that worth it. I will cheer on love, as I know the rest of us would if it were proven to be that good.
...
I know there's some red, but I know my head will hate me tomorrow. Then again, it's 4:30 in the morning--it IS tomorrow.
....
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do
I’ll wait for you
...
The minutes continue their countdown to midnight. She busies herself in the kitchen pouring champagne to distract herself and for an excuse to escape all of the happy couples gathered in her living room, ready to ring in the new year. There are plenty of friends new and old with her that night to celebrate and she does her best to think of them and how they made it there, rather than notice the one that's missing.
Steady-handed,but taking care with her left wrist just like in her old serving days, she carries the trays of champagne glasses out to share with everyone in the closing moments of the year. The counter on the channel they've tuned into announces that its down to the last minute. Everyone grabs a glass and then gathers around for the countdown. Smiles are all around; she smiles too to fit in. As the commotion and excitement grows around her, she realizes her phone is vibrating.
A message: "Knock knock"
She notes the sender and raises an eyebrow to herself. Her heart pounds in disbelief; she smiles whole-heartedly now. Discreetly, she slips from the crowd to the door. She doesn't look out the window, but takes a deep breath before opening it. He's standing there, grinning. A moment passes between them as she lets the moment sink in--she feels like she's floating. The crowd begins the countdown without even noticing her absence.
10...9...8...
"What are you..."
...7...6...
He just shrugs, stepping up onto the top step, now face-to-face with her.
...5...4...3...
"Happy New Year."
...2...1...
They kiss.
...
While I may never stop dreaming, I can't help but snap into a sobering wakefulness once in a while.
...
you're not crazy
neither are you.
we're hopeless romantics that are sometimes just hopeless
cheers
cheers
...
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I've been knocking at your door
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
I've seen you cry
Into the night
I feel your pain
Can I make it right
I realized there's no end inside
Yet still I'll wait
For you to see the light
I'm the one who really loves you baby
I can't take it anymore
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
You are my only I've ever known
That makes me feel this way
Couldn't on my own
I want to be with you until we're old
You have the love you need right in front of you
Please come home
As long as I'm living, I'll be waiting
As long as I'm breathing, I'll be there
Whenever you call me, I'll be waiting
Whenever you need me, I'll be there
...
Perhaps you should just leave me alone.
...
I want more wine
I want more [of her]
You know who I want more of
c
o
m
p
l
i
c
a
t
e
d
LOL
...
Just lately the panic has set in and I've started to wonder whether the answer has been staring me in the face this whole time. But regardless if that is the case or not, I know don't have the courage to face it and find out for myself. Nor would I have the courage to face all of those who are ready to tell me that they told me so.
It has been supposed that the JF(ed)C are inextricably entwined and that there is only a certain level of happiness that can be shared amongst them. If that is the case, and if one of us is hogging all of it so that the other two of them are left in the cold, then I am okay with it; that means it's that strong and that worth it. I will cheer on love, as I know the rest of us would if it were proven to be that good.
...
I know there's some red, but I know my head will hate me tomorrow. Then again, it's 4:30 in the morning--it IS tomorrow.
....
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don’t know what else I can do
Don’t tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just ain’t true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do
I’ll wait for you
...
The minutes continue their countdown to midnight. She busies herself in the kitchen pouring champagne to distract herself and for an excuse to escape all of the happy couples gathered in her living room, ready to ring in the new year. There are plenty of friends new and old with her that night to celebrate and she does her best to think of them and how they made it there, rather than notice the one that's missing.
Steady-handed,but taking care with her left wrist just like in her old serving days, she carries the trays of champagne glasses out to share with everyone in the closing moments of the year. The counter on the channel they've tuned into announces that its down to the last minute. Everyone grabs a glass and then gathers around for the countdown. Smiles are all around; she smiles too to fit in. As the commotion and excitement grows around her, she realizes her phone is vibrating.
A message: "Knock knock"
She notes the sender and raises an eyebrow to herself. Her heart pounds in disbelief; she smiles whole-heartedly now. Discreetly, she slips from the crowd to the door. She doesn't look out the window, but takes a deep breath before opening it. He's standing there, grinning. A moment passes between them as she lets the moment sink in--she feels like she's floating. The crowd begins the countdown without even noticing her absence.
10...9...8...
"What are you..."
...7...6...
He just shrugs, stepping up onto the top step, now face-to-face with her.
...5...4...3...
"Happy New Year."
...2...1...
They kiss.
...
While I may never stop dreaming, I can't help but snap into a sobering wakefulness once in a while.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Song of the Moment: "Say (All I Need)" - One Republic
Do you know where your heart is?
Do you think you can find it?
Or did you trade it for something
Somewhere better just to have it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you think that you lost it?
You felt it so strong, but
Nothing's turned out how you wanted
Well, bless my soul
You’re a lonely soul
Cause you won’t let go
Of anything you hold
Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You’re doing your best and
Your best look
You’re praying that you make it
Well, bless my soul
You’re a lonely soul
Cause you won’t let go
Of anything you hold
Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Better than you had it
I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it
Do you think you can find it?
Or did you trade it for something
Somewhere better just to have it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you think that you lost it?
You felt it so strong, but
Nothing's turned out how you wanted
Well, bless my soul
You’re a lonely soul
Cause you won’t let go
Of anything you hold
Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Do you know what your fate is?
And are you trying to shake it?
You’re doing your best and
Your best look
You’re praying that you make it
Well, bless my soul
You’re a lonely soul
Cause you won’t let go
Of anything you hold
Well, all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Do you think you can find it?
Better than you had it
I said I all I need
Is the air I breathe
And a place to rest
My head
Whenever the end is
Do you think you can see it?
Well, until you get there
Go on, go ahead and scream it
Just say it
Caffeinated
To combat the effects of sleeplessness and Innernia, I am currently on my second cup (how appropriate) of love today. First one was from Tim's, second was my favourite $5 cup from Bucks. If you could measure affection in cups of coffee or sheer amounts of caffeine, I'd score "flying-high" on that chart!
Update - 5:03:
On my third cup--but this one is more lovely than the rest. :)
Update - 5:03:
On my third cup--but this one is more lovely than the rest. :)
Friday, December 28, 2007
Baby...bluh?
I just used the new soap in the women's bathroom--it's blue! But now I've come back to my office to settle in and finish up the day, and all I can smell is baby. That clean-diaper kind of baby-smell.
"But I like that smell!"
Yeah, me too.
"But I like that smell!"
Yeah, me too.
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