Month: November 2008

Song of the Day

You Found Me
by The Fray

I found God
on the corner of First and Amistad
Where the west
was all but won
All along
Smoking his last cigarette
I said, where’ve you been?
He said, ask anything.

Where were you?
When everything was falling apart.
All my days spent by the telephone.
And all I needed was a call
It never came
To the corner of First and Amistad

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me, you found me.

But in the end
Everyone ends up alone
Losing hope
The only one who’s ever known
Who I am, Who I’m not, Who I want to be
No way to know
How long she will be next to me

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me, you found me.

I’ve been calling for years and years
and you’ve never left me no messages
Never sent me no letters

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me, you found me.

Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me
Lying on the floor, surrounded, surrounded
Why’d you have to wait?
Where were you? Where were you?
Just a little late.
You found me, you found me.

What’s new, Pussycat?

I’m sitting here doing laundry and watching the American Music Awards. I’m not impressed. Not that I thought I would be – most awards shows are all alike – but I still love the music shows. The Grammys are always around my birthday. I like to think it’s the music industry’s birthday present to me since I’ve been such an avid supporter for most of my life. 🙂

I had a very nice weekend for the most part. Friday night, Mud had me and the gang over for a cookout, hookah and fire pit. Good food, wine, friends and music…life doesn’t get much better than that. It was the first time we all really hung out and it was a blast. Saturday was spent lying around because I had/have a toothache. Today I went into work for a while and am now doing some work around the house while I watch the show.

Taylor Swift just beat out Carrie Underwood and Reba McEntire. Really? Really??

K-Mart is open on Thanksgiving day. Really? Really?? Let people spend time with their families.

Please send juju to my mom…even if you don’t know her. She needs it. Thanks!

More later – have a great short week.

Offsetting

And just to offset that previous post, I’m not sad, mad or upset. Just deflated. But I’ll be ok. I always am! 🙂

I hope everyone has a great weekend. I plan on rockin’ the Casbah even though I’m working part of it. Good times. Love to you all!

Over it

I’m over it. I’m over people not doing what they say they’re going to do, being where they say they’re going to be, keeping their word. I’m over the drama that goes with it and over all the craziness that ensues.

I’m over it.
This.
All of it.

Confessions

I leave parties early because I’m tired. And I truly am. So very tired all the time.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m sick.

I leave to sleep.
And I never sleep when I get home. I can’t. I just lie there. Wanting to sleep. Waiting to sleep. Until much later.
I should have just stayed.

The sweater has been on my bed for days now.
I can’t bring myself to give it back or wash it.
I just smell it. Smell him.
Like that movie “The Cider House Rules.” Inhaling. To ease the pain.

I know people are tired of hearing about him.
Except I’m not.
Tired.
Of hearing about him.
Or talking about him.
I am trying hard to stop.
Or at least stop doing it so much.
But I don’t understand why people can’t be happy for me.
I’ve been through so much in that department.
People have no idea what I’ve been living with for years now.
Everyday.
Unbearable pain.
We’ve all been through things. Everyone.
I never thought I would be happy again.
In all honesty.
I thought I blew my chance.
But I have another.
So please try to understand why I talk so much.

There are people who get it.
Who remember everything.
Who were there.
Thank you for still being here.
And being supportive.
I can’t wait to see you.

My front door was open tonight.
I accidentally left it open and unlocked.
I’m losing my mind.

There’s a lot going on up there.
All the time.
More than anyone knows.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m sick. Or just tired.